Fine.

[ His tone is jagged, trepidatious, but there's still that hint of worry in his gaze. He shifts slightly away, taking another step back as if to walk away, ready to leave as he's told to... but then changes his mind, too, and turns round again for a final characteristic parting comment, half-turned to her still. ]

...I don't want to have to fight you in my dreams, too. What's the point?

[ His voice falls on his ear rather hollow, hearing himself ask that. What's the point? Even in waking life — is there even a point anymore? It's over. They don't need to keep doing this. ]

I know. But I know I chose right. Now it's your choice.

[ Oh, come off it — but he needs the bite of bravado. He can't resist. Pithy as it is, he says it with all the earnestness he can muster through his battered ribs and shoulders, as he turns his back to her fully. Whether that's an act of trust or an act of gall, who can say. However it makes her feel, he's not gonna stick around to find out. She may have spared his life, but she changed her mind once already, so what's stopping her from changing it again? Now or later. She wants him gone in some capacity — she made that much clear. So he'll go. Avoid her like the plague after this, yeah, and go freak out quietly about how to handle this nightmarish development, sure. But he'll at least still speak his truth on the way out. He can't not anymore. ]