"Which one do you want me to carve on you?" he asks as he gestures at the list with her name on it. His own is full of choices, some of which bother him, some of which he can't remember except for what other people have told him.

He spins the knife as she puts her arm out and he can see the hesitance. He wonders what's worse - that it has to happen or that it has to be him.