"Fuck." Whichever method was chosen, if those were the only options then it was going to hurt like hell. Eliot wasn't sure he could survive either of them.

"Is there 'nother way?" he asked, sounding grimmer than usual.

If the residual silver from a bullet shot could do this to him, he knew he had to get it all gone. He closed his eyes. "If there isn't... yeah, I'll do it." Because he wasn't healing and at least one of those methods would give him the chance of getting better.