[ He straightens up where he sits, voice gaining sharpness and weight. They've had this conversation a million times, it seems. A million and one might just be the one to finally land. ]
I'd kill him, not condemn him to agony. Not leave him with a belly full of creepy crawlies. [ Sadist. ] What kind of sick, righteous satisfaction do you get out of condemning people to torture, huh? Twice now you've taken that route instead of what's honorable.