"I'm sorry, Jon. I love you. It won't hurt." Neil raises a hand out in front of him. "Give Martin my regards."

Neil's fingers are still bleeding from how many times he's had to offer blood for eldritch magic, so when he snaps his fingers, activating another blood spell is as easy as that.

There is an electric crack only audible to Jon as something in his brain severs itself, shutting down Jon's body instantly, and without pain. Like a bullet to the back of the head.

Neil's hand drops back down to his side. "...I'm sorry," he murmurs again, before turning back into the door.