Where was the begging? Where was the regret?

"You did me a favor," said Virus, and fell to his knees.

Germ was stunned, unmoving. He did not make the grand gesture of catching the half-dead man; he just stood there with Virus lying at his feet.

It was all so underwhelming and, honestly, confusing.

And then, in a flash, Germ made a decision.

"I will do you no favors."

He picked up Virus's body and left the apartment. The man would not die tonight.

He would die another day, and he would do it in Germ's desired way.
Germ was supposed to be the one with the upper hand, not the other way around.