"Melpomene," Marcie said softly, without thinking. It must have been her. She had cut his legs out from under him and stopped him being able to escape physically, leaving him only one other path.
Still she lingered, looking at the table. She could feel tears if she let them fall, but she wasn't going to. She had a job to do.
"I think I'm ready now," she said with more confidence than she felt, and stepped forward. She trusted that he wouldn't look all grey and horrific, but she really had no idea. "What do I do?"