Meanwhile, Kahn somehow got the man off him, freeing himself. But the man…he was now lying still. No, no, not dead. But he…something was wrong. Then, Kahn turned to Demi, who was all patched up now. He stared into her eyes. He walked toward her and she slowly started to back away. Kahn held up the knife.

Kahn: Wait.

She was still as he strolled to her, the knife firmly in his hand.

Me: Kahn—
Kahn: Don’t speak.

He was standing next to her now, the knife beside her face as he reached out and touched her shoulder. His hand trailed down her arm, to her stomach and waist. Then he suddenly pulled her into him, pinning her to the nearest tree. His eyes were frantic.

Kahn: Come with me, Demi. I’m better than Mike and you know it. You’ve known all along haven’t you? That I was better for you? Better than him? Run away with me. We could be together after we get back. Like we were supposed to be. We could, we could finally get it right.
Me: Kahn—I—don’t—think…