No, Dorian really didn't want to die. He was terrified that the other was really there to kill him after all. He jerked and clenched his jaw to keep from crying out when the other slammed up behind him. He was effectively disable and pinned. How had he gotten there so quickly? It was like a flash of speed, and he was pressed up against him. He struggled, trying to slam his heel down on the other's leg, to try to get some sort of purchase. No he wouldn't just stand there and let the other kill him. Dorian didn't believe he was unarmed, but he didn't know what he was capable of, either. Dorian didn't want to find out. He jerked against him, then dropped his body weight. He was not a light man.<br/><br/>"I owe you? I don't owe you anything!" he hissed. "I have done nothing to you." It was more the paralyzing fear than anything that kept him from screaming. He didn't want others to suffer because of his own folly. God, was this really how his life was going to end? Panic was settling deep in his veins and yet he still didn't stop trying to struggle. "I'm just a lawyer. A lawyer that's let loose serial killers and rapists and murders. So what if that makes me a bad person! I haven't killed anyone." He jerked harder, struggled harder. "Didn't it every occur to you why I live in such a dreary environment?" He grit his teeth. The other probably already knew that he had no friends or family. "Why I have no one in my life?"<br/><br/>He stopped struggling, finally, when he didn't get anywhere. He just put his head against the door and closed his eyes. His hands balled into fists. "I chose this life, and I had to choose to consequences that came with it, and I couldn't live with myself if someone I loved died because I helped a serial killer go free. So yeah, I'm likely going to go to hell for it, if such a place even exists. But that doesn't give you the right to condemn me for my lifestyle."