There were so many things rushing through her mind in that moment, listening to his spiel, going on about how only she could help him, as if she was moral enough for that to sway her. But he was her friend. One of a very fair few she had here and one she very much did not want to lose, to others certainly, but even less so to that other side of himself that he tried so hard to keep locked away at bay. The conflict was ridiculous, but that was the point, wasn't it? To make her so muddled she couldn't make sense of anything and then she'd just agree. Well, she wouldn't be manipulated like that. He'd have to do better. Be specific.
"Why are you doing this? Why me? Why specifically me? Why not some random off the street?" Because he could have. That boy that tried to mug him, he could have so easily taken a little then. He was already battered and beaten and bloody, so who would have noticed a little extra blood that was taken? But somewhere underneath it all she knew why. She knew it had to be her because he could do exactly this. He could play on her friendship with him, on her desperate need for survival, on all those things she had confided in him, now being twisted and used against her to make her comply.
But if she was going to agree, she would do it on her own damn terms. "Just say it, Hal. Just say it ouright. Do it or you're dead." How could someone as desperate to live as she deny anyone anything when her life was on the line?