Her answer wasn't exactly expected and Gene drew up short, the faintest hint of a frown creasing his brow. Ignoring the fact that he really couldn't kill Diva (though he'd put in a good show of it the last time he tried), hearing her so nonchalantly discuss their predicament was off-putting. Gene didn't really want to think about it. Too many had all ready died on his watch, had been killed when he vowed no one would die. Now it was down to this?

"Why should I care if you forgive me?" Easier to keep up the banter and the argument than consider the outcome of the day. Besides, if it would save one person from this hell-hole, Gene figured suicide might not be a bad idea. Hell, he'd even get under the vampire's skin by doing so. He couldn't think of a better win-win scenario that didn't involve punching Weber repeatedly in the face.

"You obviously don't know me very well," he continued, reaching for the tin. "Bring anything to crack it open, or are we just going to admire how pretty it is?"