Yeah, (Abby sighs, pressing her hand into her neck and rubbing there, making a face at the slick of sweat against her palm. She's visiting the baths right after this, pronto, her usual routine. Good to have one, as always. What's also good is being honest here.) It kinda did.

(How to explain this. She's looking at a point over his head when she starts, hedging her way.) I've — it's not the first time somebody has begged me to kill them because they thought they were about to become a monster. Doesn't exactly get easier.

(She doesn't seem upset talking about it, though. Only matter-of-fact, nearly calm.)