Fever swallows, keeps looking up at Daisy. Probably should still play along. But what would someone who's been hunted down to such a point say? Something about I want you to want to let me go, something boring and tearful to try and save their own skin. Something to fight towards life, whatever it means. The terror of losing it must be so potent, to a Hunter's senses. Sensible of their prey to keep pleading, to try and look for the human in the beast. The thing that isn't there.

"To do whatever you want with me."

That's all Fever whispering into the space between them, the role dissolved like mist.