Well YEAH he had that pretty well figured out.

"You already killed me," he half-cries, half-growls, stumbling and scrambling back to evade its paws again. "What more do you want?!"

Pointless to argue, to ask questions, and he knows that, knows this has an expiration date fast approaching, the slow pulse of dread filling his head, ringing in his ears, is too familiar for him to have any false hope.