[@Lady Athena]
Jean looked up, afterwards speaking. "I'm fucking sorry, ok? Just kill me. Do it. You said it yourself, I deserve to die. So impale me on that sword." He dropped his blade and walked in front of her. "You're right about me deserving to die. So just kill me." He whispered, the only emotions in his eyes being sadnes, and regret. He smiled, looking down at his chest, waiting for the blow. "Do. It. Do it right now, Eleanor."