"I promised painless." And he meant it. "It's fine. You got a right to be stressed. DOn't worry about it."

Honestly it'd be weird if he wasn't a little wound up about this. Some part of him felt guilty, the rest just wanted it over. As soon as it was over he could deal with his own knotted up feelings about easing himself into the grave.

There's no other option. It's not the same unholy mess that was Connie- but it doesn't sit right. He's a soldier, not a murderer.