He hesitates for a moment, considering not changing course, but doubling down, twisting the knife to kill any ambiguity of feeling, trying to draw out outrage and loathing to replace the misery. Sometimes that's easier. But he really doesn't know what will happen to her, after tonight, and if it's a quick death and a ditch—

Well. For his sake more than hers, perhaps, he doesn't want to be any crueler than he already is.

"All right," he says instead. "Athessa. We should have a few minutes. Is there anything you want me to tell someone for you?"