The tension he built up while immobilized breaks and his elbows buckle, pitching him downward with a softly murmured oof.

"Johnny, don't," begs Nova, and he ignores her. He's very good at that. Ignoring the voices in his head.

He glares up at Rumpelstiltskin, his smirk, his offer of proper methods. Too far gone to give a shit Johnny takes his hand hard, almost slapping it, staring into his eyes with barbaric desperation.

"Do it," he says.