"You are an animal, whether you admit it or not. Because if it was just about food and sustenance, that would be one thing, but it's not. Because you get a thrill from it, you're entertained by the fear, by the screams, by all of it. You revel in it." And she didn't doubt that one bit. For her, it had never been about that, the torture, the mental breakdowns. For her, like so many other things in her life, it had only been for survival. "And you would, wouldn't you. If it suited you. You'd twist him into something you know he doesn't want to be just because you think it's fun."
She stared at him for a moment, considering that. He was giving her a choice. Why? That was just sick. Did she want the crazy mass-murdering fuckhead or should she leave the task to the friend she trusted? "You're twisted." It wasn't that she hadn't known, but seeing it up close and personal, it was disturbing. " Maybe it doesn't matter because you're still there under the surface, but... I want him. Hal. The real Hal." Because at least while she still had a choice, she'd rather it be her friend than the monster underneath.
"Of course I'm scared," she scoffed, "It would be stupid not to be. I don't know how you think I could enjoy it, but...just...just get it over with. Please."