Dark Willow: Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It’s not like in the comics.
Warren Mears: No. No.
Willow: I think you need to. Feel it.
Warren: Oh god! Stop it!
Willow: It’s not going to make a neat little hole. First, it’ll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse. Feels like drowning.
Warren: Please! No.
Willow: When it finally hits your spine, it’ll blow your central nervous system.
Warren: Oh please, stop, god! Please-
Willow: I’m talking! The pain will be unbearable, but you won’t be able to move. Bullet usually travels faster than this, of course. But the dying? It’ll seem like it takes forever. Something, isn’t it? One tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out … took her light away. From me. From the world. Now the one person who should be here is gone and a waste like you gets to live. Tiny piece of metal. Can you feel it now?