"Can you imagine if I was sitting here with a gun--" Nikto shifted in his seat across from you, "--forcing you to accept my apology?" His eyes were still on the floor as he spoke, the pistol resting in his hand against his thigh. Voice alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine, he was detached...calm as always despite the horrific circumstance.

"You're scaring me," you breathe out while eyeing him closely and sitting as still as possible. Finally, his eyes met yours, piercing and unfeeling.

"That is the point." He replies coolly.