[She sighs, softly, gently, and gently slid down next to him until her head was resting in his lap.]

Maybe. It seemed appropriate at the time that... since he took my life from me, I'd take his away from him. He could spend watching life pass, unable to act, even if... even if he doesn't always have to worry about dying.

[A faint trace of a smile steals into her voice.]

He usually burns when I don't make it, at least. We fixed it so that he won't know how to get out. He'll have the wrong bracelets.