She's so fucking tired. Not in her body or in her mind, which she's used to dealing with, but it feels like her actual fucking soul is being chipped away at. If that wasn't the case, she'd never let herself show such vulnerability- "You're gonna make me beg," she says, voice teetering on the edge of true weariness. "You're gonna make me fucking- beg. Marcus, I need you on my side. Please."