[He could feel himself slipping, the instinctive desire to live, the beast inside screaming to grab hold - to stop but, he had spent much of his life learning to deal with that voice - silencing, feeding it, now - in his head, he roared at it to be silent.

This was the logical choice, a criminal or a detective - it's obvious whose life is more important to the world]

You're the one-

[And with a hitch, his fingers slipped out of the glove entirely, gravity yanking him down, only seeing those pained blue eyes as he descended, disappearing from sight]