She bites her lip, her hands wrapping tighter around the gun. No. No, he wasn't going to get a peace of mind from this. Even if he succeeded, he'd just beat himself up about not accomplishing the plan in real life. He'd get caught up in trying to save a dream set of men.

She could shoot you, Arthur. You said it held ten bullets - that was more than enough for the two of them. But for now, she held her ground. "Arthur, stop. You can't do this alone." He can't deal with this whole situation weighing on his mind alone. He has to let someone help him.