What kind of offer was that?
Yukiko was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the one before her, replaying the words over in her mind. She wanted to go home who wouldn't with the hell this place had become but to have the way out laid before her so... so... She wasn't sure if there was even a word to describe the offer. Ruthless, cruel, and depraved all seemed to tame for this situation. Horrific was the best she could come up with and even that seemed too light in the face of the situation.
She was sure there was a time limit, there always was one, before the psychopath decided her silence meant something she couldn't even imagine. But no matter how she thought about it, she could not get off of the simple question of what kind of offer was that. The appeal was there; even Yukiko was capable of dark thoughts where murder seemed like a valid solution. What to choose?
The first option was immediately dismissed. There was nothing in this world that would make her agree to kill Chie. Her best friend, the one she loved, was far more precious to her than anything. And likewise, she could never kill herself, never be a sacrifice, if only because of the anguish it would cause Chie. That left option number two. Everyone. Choose to kill everyone but Chie and herself and she could go free. It was tempting; she'd have Chie and she really didn't know any of these other people. It was the easy way out. She wanted to go home. She wanted to get Chie and leave this place so she could wake up in her futon and experience a bright new day where death was no longer hanging over her head. She'd thought she'd been done feeling like that after Namatame had been brought to justice.
Yukiko didn't want that feeling to stay, didn't want to look at everyone except Chie with fear anymore. She was tired and scared. She wanted to run from this place and hide in the warmth of something secure, someone she could always count on. Option number two it would be then. She opened her mouth to condemn everyone else to a gruesome end for the sake of her freedom when something clicked in her head.
The way the question was worded... Everyone but the one she loved. But was that 'everyone' confined just to the island? Logic told her it was, but if witches were real and there were magic forces at work here, like in the fairy tales she adored, was that power confined to the boundaries she thought it did? She was making assumptions about the terms of this offer. She was trusting in a psychopath's, - no, a witch's word. She couldn't trust it. Making a deal with a witch was like making a deal with the devil. Or perhaps, worse.
Running away again, I see. Taking the easy way out. If that's the case, then why don't you just sit and wait for your prince to save you? Then you won't have to make the decision. Surely, she'll be along any moment and you -know- which she'll choose. Don't think feel. Isn't that her motto?
The words in her mind sounded suspiciously like that hidden aspect of herself she'd faced over a year ago. And, just like then, the words hit home and Yukiko could not, would not, deny them or that side of herself. Don't think feel. So, that's what Yukiko did. Pulling herself to her feet, she looked the bitch in the eyes.
"How dare you ask me that," she replied, a low fire burning in her own eyes. "No one in this world or the next has the right to decide who lives and who dies. I refuse your offer. Do what you will, but this is MY choice."