[ Something slow and personal, versus something really cool like a sword? There's no question. ]

Better go with the sword, or you'd be giving me a chance to fight back. And, given a chance, I wouldn't stop fighting.

[ He'd prefer something swift and painless, but not for his own sake. After that, he doesn't care how his body is displayed or his death is presented, if it's made into a spectacle such as a locked room murder, where people poke and prod and stare and meddle and try to get inside his head and under his skin and in his life that no longer exists— try to understand him, so they can feel good about themselves for "solving" him.

He would hate nothing more than that. Fitting, really. ]