"Don’t make me do this," Bellamy growls, his voice low and strained as he stands before you, the weight of his decision hanging in the air. His eyes flicker with doubt, but the situation has pushed him to the edge. "If we don’t take this step, we won’t make it out alive." He looks at you, torn. "But I… I don’t want to lose myself in the process. You really think I can live with this?" His hand hovers over the weapon, and he looks back at you, waiting for your answer.