"You mean your actually going to kill me?" He asks with hints of betrayal in his words. He had just been informed that you needed to kill him. So you can go home. With or without your lover.

"I mean just that." you reply shakingly as you hold your knife to his throat. "Well.. Go ahead..." "I'll do this my own way." you say sternly tearing up. "You won't do it... You won't cut my throat... You can't do it because you love me... Right?.." he whispers with a small smile, he holds your wrist.