[ it seems Elizabeth is not the only one that was to be fucked over tonight. well, "fucked over", because Bigby's intent was to never lay a hand on her. she may need a while to properly accept that, and her stubborn replies in regards to having her killed instead shows just that. it's hard to focus on his surroundings when his nerve endings are on fire. he is eventually brought to his own knees, and with some perseverance manages to crawl over to Elizabeth. this only brings more shocks, eventually bringing him to his elbows as well. everything hurts. ]

I don't think it really matters to you... hnnn, about what my plan was. So long as someone's... h-heartrate is jacked up and people suffer, you get what you want. I'm not a― a suicidial guy. Some thing's just... take priority over others.

[ he knows now that he may not be able to outright stop Elizabeth from dying. fate is too heavily stacked against a favorable ending, and too many people want her dead. Judy included. but at least she might be able to live long enough to pass on what she's found out. he's the one restricted in information, not her. and who knows. she is a crafty gal. maybe she can find a way out of this that he can't think of. ]

You shut up, Elizabeth. I promised I'd protect you. Let me do my damn job and try. [ he did say he had a job to do. the scientists can confirm. :) ] ―What if I kill you, Judy? Mm? Would that satisfy your damn results?