[There's anger, hot in Slevin's gut; he could reach for it like he always does, use it to expand out and up, use it to take out the threat around him.

Use it like he always has. Or...]

Why are you afraid of letting go, Chris? Why can't you just walk away from everything you've ever known in your life?

[It's a challenge, and an honest question, the assassin drawn up short and turned to face his warden.]