Can You Survive Blaine Boysmell/Sit

You sit and wait, accepting your fate. The Viera eventually turns to you, pausing in his tracks.
"...hm."
He approaches you, kneeling down so that you're face-to-face.
"You're suicidal."
You shrug.
"No? You're...devoid of emotion, then. The product of trauma in your infancy."
You stare blankly. The Viera narrows his eyes at you.
"...I don't wish to jump the gun, so to speak, but I've never had a subject pique my interest before the trials have even begun. Why are you so unbothered in the face of death?"
"...not like begging's gonna get me anywhere, right?"
He moves his face closer to yours, nodding gently and poking his right index finger into your forehead.
"...how embarrassing...I see, now. The only thing separating you from the previous bunch is that you've actually got some sense in that head of yours. It's criminal how rare that seems to be these days."
# "It's because of the woke mind virus."
# "Or maybe you're just an asshole."
# "I'm ready whenever you are. Go ahead and experiment on me, or whatever."