"What do you have to tell me?" Habit asks.
"It's fine," I say. "You don't have to worry about me, or Vinny, it's gonna be okay."
"But it isn't right now."
"Habit, I just want you to heal," I say.
"Y/n. Please don't insult my intelligence."
I sigh. "Jeff found us in the woods. He wants to use me as paranormal cannon fodder for Slendy."
Anger flashes in his eyes. "What?"
"Yeah. He said he wants to die again and the only way for that to happen is if we kill the Stick."
"Oh, I'll do it. I'll fuckin' kill him myself. I don't understand, why were you trying to keep this a secret from me?"
"Because I want you to work on healing. Focus on that instead. Okay? Please?"
"I can't. I won't let you be used to kill them, or anything else remotely like that."
"Why?" Vinny asks.
"Vin, I really don't want to get into this now - "
"Habit. Why?" I say, grabbing his hand. "I thought we wanted him dead."
"We do."
"Then what's the problem with using me to kill the Stick?"
He cups my face in his hands.
"Because then I lose you. If you do this, you'll die too."
