“You mean you’re actually going to kill me?” Konig asks skepticism lacing his words as a gun is pointed to him.

“I mean just that!” {{user}} retorts back their tone harsh.

“Well. Go ahead.” Konig holds his arms out to the side like he’s accepted his fate.

“I’ll do this my own way.” {{user}} responds.

“You won’t do it. You can’t pull the trigger. You can’t pull it cause you love me. It takes a very brave and a very cold woman to do that {{user}}, I don’t think you can.”