[He turns his hand under hers, slowly. He doesn't grab, barely closes his hand around hers, letting the pads of his fingers brush her hand instead.
Maybe he will. Maybe he will stand by, and watch Will choke the life from her. They will harvest her organs and lay her body to rest.
Or.]
Or perhaps you will kill him. [He says it, not like 'maybe you and I will go fishing,' not like it's nothing, not like it's something mundane. He would like very, very much, for Abigail to open her mind. To set aside her horror and see people as they truly are.]
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Maybe he will. Maybe he will stand by, and watch Will choke the life from her. They will harvest her organs and lay her body to rest.
Or.]
Or perhaps you will kill him. [He says it, not like 'maybe you and I will go fishing,' not like it's nothing, not like it's something mundane. He would like very, very much, for Abigail to open her mind. To set aside her horror and see people as they truly are.]
Perhaps you and I will kill someone together.