Doesn't have to be extended to hurt.

[Truly, she doesn't think there's a form of death that doesn't. Old age is preceded by decay. Heads live after being cut, gunshots don't always hit the right spot.

She's afraid. Her lips purse and she tilts her head, looking up at him from lowered vantage.]

Haven't you been through enough? Everything falls on your shoulders. Every time. Just this once, can't we find some way out of it?

You deserve to live, Gale.