"What?" He paused in what he was doing, and just stared at her. Did she just say what he thought she said? Wait, why was she coming at him with such a look on her face? He frowned at her. "Erica, stop." But, she didn't seem likely to stop. He did nothing to fight it; perhaps this would be for the best. If he was dead, he could finally get some refuge from the constant pain that his existence had become.<br/><br/>She picked him up. She had him against the wall, and he did not struggle; did not fight. He just closed his eyes, and tried his best to be prepared for what was to come.