"I didn't ask you if you wanted to die." His voice was patient, his eyes watchful. He didn't mind her movements - he could grab her easily, at this rate, if she tried to run. "We're all going to die some day. It's an inevitability. We rarely get to choose how it happens, if ever." It was quite simple, really. The way he arched his brows and gestured to the girl made it seem like that, at least. "So how do you want to die?"