_{( He reaches out one hand, finally finds the knife. He pushes himself off his hands, though he's still on his knees. He looks at her, then, but his eyes are clouded. When he speaks, it's not with his own voice--or at least not with his own words. )}

Actually, I am. Because whether you kill me or I kill you, my mission is done. Either one would destroy you, in one way or another.