[Jon tries to jerk away reflexively with a startled, sharp sound as she snatches his wrist. He deserves this, but at the same time, he's terrified of it. That doesn't stop the words pouring out of his mouth that urge her on. He feels so guilty. She should never have met him. Her life in Duplicity would have been easier. Taking it back now is impossible, but he can let her do what she should have done a long time ago.]

I don't know! I- Standing still just feels wrong. If I'm not doing something it's-it's as good as doing nothing. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Ava. Please, do whatever you want. Hurt me however it will make you feel better. God, please.

[She won't kill him. He knows she won't kill him. And any damage she does, he'll heal from. This is her righteous retribution. He needs to give this to her. Maybe it will ease the aching guilt in his own chest to have some of the pain made physical. Something he can heal from.]