He shook his head. "I can't do it," he told her, "I've tried. More than once. But every time I do I get weak inside and he comes back. He stops it every time." He ran a hand over his face, fighting back the pained expression that refused to leave him from the moment he got back into control again. Making it leave his face? Yeah, that didn't work out so well.
He looked over at her weapon. He felt a sudden rush of terror rise inside of him, but there was also a sort of approving feeling as well. He knew that this had to be done. There was just no other way. At her question though, he peeled his eyes away from the gun and back in her direction.
"I don't want to die," he told her, "I'd rather be back at school, sitting in my apartment with my brother on the phone. Listening to him tell me about Dad and how they managed to take on their hunts with ease. And, god forbid, I'd do anything just to be near Jessica again." He couldn't help it. His eyes dampened again and this time, he couldn't hold back the tears that ran down his face. He looked away from her and brought a hand up to wipe at the damp spaces on his cheeks. "So no. I don't want to die. I don't want anything but to be back home, living my old life without worrying about the world ending or being the reason behind it. But that's not gonna happen. It's over for me. I don't have anything left."