Irritation flares in the back of his mind, along with a muted anger. This, again? Why do his victims so often insist on turning the other cheek, when the moment of confrontation arrives? It just means an ever-mounting moral debt on his part that he has no way to pay off.

He wants to scream at her "kill me, damnit!" Evil begets evil, in theory, and yet here he is, staring down the angel of death while she tells him that she's not going to do the very thing she's meant to do, all in the name of mercy.

I suppose I deserve this.

And because he knows he deserves to be denied any sort of satisfaction, he just huffs, and says nothing.