The resignation in his tone didn't make this any easier. If anything, Kira winced a bit at it, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, Pete. This is a shitty thing to ask of anyone, but I don't have the balls to off myself. Believe me, I thought about it. Even went an borrowed one of the pistols, but...I can't do it." She took a deep breath, finally looking back up and at his face. If nothing else, he deserved her to look him in the eye when she asked something like this. "I...figured with the kinds of stuff you were into, you might know a way..." The conversation was getting infinitely harder as they got further into this topic, but she pressed on. No real choice, now.
"I don't want to die the way they showed. Long and horrible and painful, and maybe being torn apart by the things my powers create." A shudder there at even the thought. "And I don't want to hurt anyone else in the process. It's not fair, Pete. I know it's not fucking fair, believe me, but...dammit, if it has to happen at least I can choose how." The last words trailed off into almost a whisper, edged with anger and pain.
It took her a couple seconds to get her voice back under control, though her eyes were still edged with that fear. "You don't have to. If you can't, that's ok. I'll ask one of the others." Cable, James, Logan...there were others here who could do it, would do it. That much she was sure of. "But..shit, you're the closest thing to family I have, Pete. If anyone's going to do it, I'd rather it was you." She couldn't keep the tears from her eyes there, but they didn't fall, rapidly blinked away as she looked down. She knew it wasn't fair to ask this of him, but she trusted him. Knew he'd do it right. And really, it was better to die at the hands of a friend, instead of someone who just wouldn't care.