He shook his head. "Not that I am aware of. I told you that I would be able to do this without your help when I first poked, and you poked back and learned more than you bargained. Now your decisions are having consequences, and you wish to try and shift it off yourself and onto me? Ie you want, fine, you can do that, but I did say that this would be worse for you than me doing this and just getting you out."<br/><br/>He stood up, and leaned forward, his face right in front of hers. "I gave you a choice, that was all I did. A way out of here, a way out and helping me, or to walk away and go back to trying to hide your lack of faith in this religion, hoping to avoid being tied down and screaming in terror before the knife found your heart, or your throat, or whatever this god calls for in their sacrifices. I promised nothing more than the chance of another life, away from here. So do NOT try to somehow shift this around so you are blameless, or I..."<br/><br/>He stopped, and took a deep breath, before sitting back down. "Fine, you decide, how does this part of your story finish?"