[She's forcing herself to get a grip -- crying is useless and she's acting like a child and she needs to stop crying over something that is her fault -- and she manages, drawing in several shaking breaths, before she manages to keep her voice as even as it's going to get.]
She won't have the honor of killing me permanently.
[Quietly.]
Tell me what you need me to do and it'll get done.
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She won't have the honor of killing me permanently.
[Quietly.]
Tell me what you need me to do and it'll get done.