The thought had glossed over his mind: that it might be something like a mercy to kill her.

But he can't. He just...can't. Whatever that says about him, good or ill, he can't do it.

"There has to be a way to undo it. Though, I don't know if that's a good idea now. Maybe he's better off not feeling anything right now?" And at least when he did...that to Alex, it was to keep Alex alive. What he'd seen here, already, the fact that they could do that to Alex, here, was...sick.

He looks down at the fabric in his hands, sheepishly. "I'm still new at this scrounging thing." But hey, he'll give her a choice which one she wants on the outside!