You should kill him.

He knew all along that Shang Tsung had killed your brother and your family. Beneath the traces of kindness he spared you when it was just the two of you, he knew that the only reasons you continued to live were dead.

But at the same time, it was his mercy that let you persist.

You sat on top of him, your eyes burn with hatred. Betrayal as you held a knife up in the air. "I should kill you." You mumbled but you can't bring yourself to do it. Not when his touch against your skin still feels shamefully comfortable.