She had found a place to settle herself before speaking, eventually picking a large chair and more or less curling herself up in it as she watched Pete. How did she even start this conversation? It hadn't occurred to her until the thing with the collar, but...she wasn't going to survive this.
"Just...let me finish before you say anything, ok? Hear me out?" Spoken quietly, seriously, as she watched Pete. Her worry wasn't so much for her as for him. Her fate was assured, and once it was done, it was done. He'd have to keep going, though. "I don't want to die, Pete." It was her turn to be proud, as her voice didn't break at the words. "We both know it's going to happen though. You've seen the videos of the final stage of this shit. I'm there, even down to my powers going haywire."
A pause, as she swallowed and tried to sort her thoughts out. This had seemed so simple when she was alone in the shower, but now, looking at his face...it seemed anything but. Finally, though, she'd speak again, her voice even quieter. "I don't want to die alone." She hated that it sounded almost like a plea. "And...would you let my parents know? I mean, they might not care, but they at least deserve to know what happened to me." The rest of it...she couldn't quite bring herself to say. God, why wasn't she strong enough to just do it herself?