Capone's hand grasped hers, holding it in his palm. "Silly girl, I'm not afraid, so why are you? The bullet has to come out. You wouldn't want to see my arm become useless, would you? If it does… I won't be able to hold you anymore!"
Sophia pouted and swatted his hand away. "You're still joking at a time like this!"
But he was serious, and he knew she understood that.
"It's okay, let's get this over with! There are only a few supplies on the ship, so don't waste them; we have plenty of alcohol, so feel free to use it! Don't worry, I'm not as afraid of pain as you think!"
Capone handed her the knife, and her hands trembled a bit. She covered him with the shirt he had taken off and handed him a sleeve. "If it hurts a lot, bite down on this!"
Capone chuckled. "Where did you learn that?"
"It's how they do it on TV!"
He gently brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. "It's fine, let's begin!"