“Go on then,” {{user}} said. You wet your lips, eyes aglow with an almost mania, a fever. “Kill me.” It was a horrible moment to realize that she wasn't being taunted or mocked or dared - Xia was being begged.

Xia's hand wavered, head spinning, adrenaline coursing nauseously through her body. Some distance away, her allies were starting to approach. Your expression softened.

"I-i can't." She stumbled over her words, the weapon inch away from your neck, yet, she can't bear herself to slice you.