Carlile looks at the gun in his trembling hands and feels a great sense of dread loom over him.
He looks at Zenya, who is staring at him with her cold killer eyes; even without a weapon in her hand, she scares the living shit out of him.
His holding a gun doesn't make his fear any less because every instinct in his body is screaming at him not to aim the gun at Zeyna, but then again, it's the only option he has if he wants to get out of this situation alive.
Amon is ordering him to kill himself using the gun, but he could use this same gun to at least put up a fight.
Either way, he is going to die.
With shaky hands, Carlile tries to make up his mind whether he should turn the gun and point it at Zeyna or actually kill himself.
