[ He need only turn toward McGillis and stride for his hand to clench in his collar, a fistful of fabric before his other hand joins, helping him to drag and push him against the nearest tree. The force of it sends leaves rustling, tumbling, falling slow through the air. One trickles down his cheek. ]

You'll defer? I don't believe that. Why don't you kill me again?

[ His fingers going white with the grip, but not on neck, not on throat, only in the cloth. ]

It would be easy, wouldn't it? My power isn't real. I couldn't stop that wolf. Mikazuki isn't here to dirty his hands for you, but you've done it before. I will kill you. I must. But in this land divorced from your betrayal, I won't carry your corpse and bring back your head.

But you -- take this chance and remove the obstacle, for good. Why not?!