[This gets a short, sharp laugh out of Schuldig.] I'm not asking you to do me any favors. Or at least I don't expect you to shoot me out of pity, or mercy. [He gives Edward a brittle smile from beneath his bangs.] I'm doing you a favor. I thought you'd enjoy this - seeing me agonized and broken, and then getting to put a bullet in my brain at the pinnacle of my suffering. And what better way to remind yourself of who you are, and what's important to you, than shooting your enemy? And what better way to remind me of who I am than to encourage your sadism? To remind you of all the darkest parts of you that aren't so different from me?

That you shooting me is doing me a service...it's incidental, at best.