"Perhaps that is so, but I don't like having sharp things in the paws of one who is mentally unstable," retorts May. "As for now, no you will not 'poke' me with your needles. And if I choose to leave, I could do so whenever I'd like to. You wouldn't be able to stop me. Nor would you be able to stop me from digesting you right now if I find you to become too tiresome to deal with," she tells him, her voice beginning to shake towards the end. "I-I don't want to, Daniel, really I don't, but please don't leave me with no choice in the matter."