You weren't in the blissful arms of death though and rudely brought back to life, your mind broken beyond full repair, twisted and warped into a cruel imitation of what you had once been, forged into a weapon to spread the red of communism. You weren't turned into a monster that should be put down.
...what I want is death. If you're not going to give me that peace then we are done with words.
He took the phone out, not even bothering to read what else she had typed out before he crushed it in his left hand. Extracting the SIM card he broke that as well and tossed the pieces on the small fire before he moved to begin packing.