❝ Just do the decent thing and put me out of my misery. ❞ He’s not joking, but everyone whom he’s begged for this from has declined. She’s James’ last hope, but somehow, he feels like she’d oblige. ❝ I can’t— I just can’t go on living like this. I would’ve preferred to be dead. ❞ He hopes she can see his sincerity, his desperation for an exit to this personal hell that was cast upon him. ❝ At least if I had died, I would’ve been a fucking martyr or something. ❞
‘ i don’t believe that people should take their own lives without deep and thoughtful reflection over a considerable period of time. ’ masha finally eases james off her shoulder, giving him a pointed stare. ‘ i do believe, however, that the ability to do so is one of the most fundamental rights that anyone in a free society should have. if you truly want me to assist you, then i will, but not without proper reason. as of yet, that is something you have not given me. ’