That was a morbid thought. Lana had already asked her friends (if they counted as friends -- he didn't know how close she'd gotten to people here) to kill her off if she changed? That couldn't have been an easy decision to make, and he doubted that he would have done the same in her shoes.

Honestly, he didn't know what he would have done. But chances were that one of the reasons he hadn't been picked for this little stunt was because he looked monstrous enough already. And it wasn't just skin-deep.

Harvey sighed and stared down at his food, forcing a few more bites before the intercom chimed on. "Well, I hope it doesn't come to that," he said finally as he stood from his seat. He gave Lana one last lingering look. "Good luck."