She merely tilted her chin up to meet Abel's look. "So you say," she said, practically spitting it out. "Whatever opinions you have are rendered null. You're not human anymore. What could you possibly know about how we could handle such a responsibility? You don't have the right."
"Enough." It was the man at the wall. His hand was still resting on the button, seemingly frozen there in the realization that it would do all of them absolutely no good. "What we say won't make any difference. He's going to kill us all anyway. Aren't you? Get it over with, then."
His bold comments finally inspired a sob from the man at the IV, while the other two huddled at a small distance away from Jacob merely leaned into each other. They all had their relationships, their reasons for doing what they had done, yet it seemed none of them could justify it to their executioner. None of them even had the courage to try. Jacob was far too out of it to understand what precisely was going on around him, but he understood one thing: this man before him, the Reaper, was ready and willing to kill and nothing in the world could stop him.
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"Enough." It was the man at the wall. His hand was still resting on the button, seemingly frozen there in the realization that it would do all of them absolutely no good. "What we say won't make any difference. He's going to kill us all anyway. Aren't you? Get it over with, then."
His bold comments finally inspired a sob from the man at the IV, while the other two huddled at a small distance away from Jacob merely leaned into each other. They all had their relationships, their reasons for doing what they had done, yet it seemed none of them could justify it to their executioner. None of them even had the courage to try. Jacob was far too out of it to understand what precisely was going on around him, but he understood one thing: this man before him, the Reaper, was ready and willing to kill and nothing in the world could stop him.