But before she could reply, he held up the damned knife in front of her face. It was so close she would have to cross her eyes if she wanted to look at it, at it in the middle of her face. And she didn’t.

Kahn: You love me, right?
Me: I—
Kahn: Love is a strong force, you know. You can’t lie about it and you can’t deny it. I mean, you could, but then this knife would become closer than you thought possible. So…
Me: Kahn…please…
Kahn: You love me, right?

No, I don’t. Or I don’t think I do. Well, I’m pretty sure I don’t. But how else am I gonna live? How else am I going to get safe? How else am I going to get away from him and his nightmare? I needed Mike. He just seemed like he would be able to solve all of my problems. But he can’t. Especially not if he’s part of the problem. But he’s not, right? It’s not his fault at all. It’s all Kahn’s fault. For making me fall in love—.

Wait, forget that part.

Kahn: You love me, right?

He had to ask with the knife pressed close to her face.