My hand shook. I hesitated. And the longer I waited, the longer he was in pain but I couldn't. No... no, it--I wouldn't. I didn't want to. I didn't want to have to. I just wanted someone to take the decision, the responsibility, out of my hands. I didn't want the blood, none of it.
... Ice took the gun from he. He finished it. I--do you see, Rose? My own cowardice made my own teammate a killer. Merciful or not, that blood is now on his hands!
It was the first time but I only wish it were the last!