"It has nothing to do with that. I accept my death long before you drew breath, you cannot change that." It's snapped, direct - he wants her to be blunt with it. She will be, she supposes she owes him that much.

If he doesn't want to hear it - then that's that.

"It has nothing to do with my wants, do I wish to rest? Of course, I do. But do you not understand you are the only one I can trust?" Trust with her human parts, these soft weak things that live hunted under the skin like a wounded animal.