"No."
You shake your head, feeling the warmth in your cheeks escape.

"You don't have to be so pale, it is your choice."
Dark repeats, leaning against the wall.

"Why would I kill anyone?"
You say much louder than expected.

"Hmm."
Dark hums, sounding as if he was partially agreeing with you.
"But you don't even know who we're talking about."

"Why does that matter?"
You ask, sounding slightly afraid.

"You've been hurt badly by a few people in the past, haven't you? You're even being hurt currently."
He starts, taking a small blade out of his pocket and playing with the tip.

"That's normal."
You feel like you should defend yourself.

"Suffering is human, you're right. But what you've been through? Now that isn't normal. After this... thing between us-"

"There's nothing between us."
You snap, hoping to wind him up and annoy him.

He plays your comment off with a simple shrug.
"Anyway, after this, you'll have to return to them. They'll hurt you again. Over. And over. And over."

He stabs the blade into the wall aggressively every time he says 'over' and betraying his calm expression.

"And then what? You'll be expected to forgive them. You're always the one to blame. Always in their headlights. Like... a little, helpless deer."

"But, you're-"
You try commenting, but he points the tip of the blade at you, completely silencing you.

"Don't interrupt, doll."
Dark faces the top away from you.

"When you're back from apologising, they'll strike again. You've been living in a loop and you've let them take control over you. You don't need that. No, someone like you needs to be free. Free to prance around in the grass."
He concludes by comparing you to a deer once again.

"Why do you care? What do you gain from it?"
You demand, searching his face for an answer.

"I get to prove a point to someone."
Dark answers, not once hesitating.

"...I don't know when you're lying."
You look away from his face.

"Good."
He grins, handing you the handle of the small blade.

You shake your head.

"Come on, doll."
He tilts his head slightly, looking at you the way he did.

He's irresistible.
But you blame his speech for convincing you and not his look.