Ten let go of him and dropped back not sure what to do now. He didn't know what he had. "You're just going to kill me. You keep not saying it but you're thinking it. They're all thinking it. You can respect me all you like but you'll still kill me. I'd rather be alive and fucked than dead and respected." He lowered his head and put it in his hands, feeling an overwhelming urge to lose his temper and scream. He didn't though.

"Leave. I don't want to talk to you any more."