[He laughs, even if it's more of a wheeze with how Gentaro's arm presses into his throat. Eventually, there will be a point of no return.

But Owen is no stranger to that, to falling into that deep, quiet nothingness. It's peaceful, sometimes, and feeling nothing at all could be better than all of this.]

I already know nobody would miss me when I turn to stone and stop coming back.

[His voice is soft - almost a coo, really.]

I don't care about that. But I know if you kill me... that will be a mark on your soul that lasts for a very, very long time. It's hard to forget the people you kill, even if you loathe them. Especially for humans.

[Will he do it? Will he pull away? Either is fine with him, honestly. He's just glad he got to see Gentaro get pushed so far.]

Even if I don't get to see it for myself, I can die happy knowing you won't be able to forget this.