How will that help y — ( But she stops herself, assessing, knowing, seeing, deciding: ) Oh. You want to know if he can do this to you. If you can escape it.

( And she laughs again, this time worn. )

I took it willingly. But he can force it, too. He never told me the truth of what I fully accepted. I thought he gave me a weapon, a shield. And he did... in part. While furthering his own plans. His own needs. This is how he is.

( The smile, now, turns to a grimace — souring. ) Will you kill him?