"Clarice Starling." She had to stretch a bit. His hand was warm and dry. "I just graduated after the "thesis" from Hell. Light readin'? What's that?" She smiled a little.

"Ah don't know if there's such a thing as a good death," she admitted as she sat back. "Though I think sometimes killin' someone quick does clearly qualify as the lesser of two evils. Especially when it's what they want."

Had Gumb wanted to die? Perhaps he had. She winced a little, thinking of it. "Not bein' a medical doctor, I can't comment on the mechanics of it. I guess it comes down to whether allowing prolonged suffering is worse than killin' someone with their permission. I don't think it is...but something like that's really situational. Like cops knowing when they have to shoot to kill."

...woops. That had slipped out a bit too easily.