OPTION A - UNWILLING
[Rebecca almost laughs, it's a shoddy little breath caught in her throat that the longer she doesn't let it out the more it feels like it's choking her. But it's really the dryness of her mouth, the chill to her skin at the very thought. She's wavers but always comes back to the point of I don't want to change. It's a firm set way of mind, all her beliefs that she's accumulated over her almost thirty years of life that she can't bear to let go of. It's a waste of life, or so it seems, but is it really life when she goes against her very core on so many issues?
She blinks, looking up at him finally with the only thing about her seeming set and determined being her gaze. Her lip might be trembling but she bites it, giving her head a shake. She can't do that.]
I don't want to. [Dry, dry mouth.] I'd rather die, Spike.