What Yoongi had right now was considerate pain and the desire to punch Ten a couple of times maybe. Regrets, not so much. For one thing, he had always known that his death was a very likely outcome and for another, he didn't think it'd be the worst if people had to realise that the success of the rebellion didn't hinge on any one person, namely him.

So he just smirked, shifting a little so his hands, tied behind his back, wouldn't entirely fall asleep. He looked up at Ten, noting the dark circles under his eyes and his expression did soften then. He still felt concern for him, still his first response. Damn it. This wasn't really his choice. He just knew it was necessary, even if they both ended up dead for it.

"Kill me," he told him, "What are you waiting for?"