[She bites down hard on her bottom lip. She wants to say yes. It would be the easiest out. Say yes and not mean it. End up dead by Monday.

She gives a small shake of her head. Nobody here can prevent her death, and she doesn't think anybody would be willing.

Living? Living to the end of this game is going to be a struggle and she's not so sure she wants to make the effort.]

None of this is your fault. Who lives... who dies... it's not your fault.

But... I don't know if I can promise you that.