OPTION B - STUPID CHOICE BUT SHE'S SCARED
[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 and starts to think about opportunities, to live - well, to some extent. It's more like sustained existence than living, and the thought of no heartbeat and cold skin really gives her shivers but so does the prospect of this being her last day alive. She'd stop existing. Just like a candle put out and there are so many things she hasn't done. Her life seems way too fucking short.
So while she circles back time and time again in the thirty seconds of frantic thought in her head to the words of I don't want to change she then just jumps to the next free flowing thought of I'm scared of dying in a stalemate. She's so against this for so many reasons but this world is already so fucked up, it's not like she's really going to hurt anyone - is she?
She finally looks up at him, blinking with a certain sheen to her eyes. Her lip trembles and she bites down on it.] I- I don't know.