Liam's expression hardens as he listens to Hector fall apart, watches him come to terms with where they have found themselves. Just the beginning. Already this was more than he could take, and Liam realizes with a twist in his gut that he hadn't guided him carefully through this, but had led him to the precipice himself. He was beginning to understand that past a certain point, there was nothing to be done to improve things. Not proceeding nor ceasing, no kind nor harsh words - no matter what he chose now, nothing would help Hector. Liam stares hard after him, silent. Then he is given permission to move, and the only thing to do was to get this over with as fast as possible.

Fine. Liam starts for the table, casting a glance at Hector's sins with the intention to skim them - and then reading each in detail. It was more or less what he expected; sins accrued by an unremarkable human living an average life. Then, as though decisively, Liam reaches for the clean knife. Even knowing that he had done everything in the name of the greater good, there was such a difference between their crimes that it seemed almost unfair that Hector would suffer worse than he had.

Moving as quickly as he can with an open wound on his back, Liam approaches Hector, carrying the knife with the tip pointed away from him. He snags again on his disbelief that he cannot help. "Try to relax. Focus on a strong memory." It's too late for any of this, but he had to say something. Liam adjusts his grip so he has a fine control of the knife, fingers pinching the tip by the sides of the blade as though he were holding a pencil. "Okay. Let me know when you're ready, then."