"It's not you that I don't trust. It's myself. I can't trust myself." He knew he couldn't do this with her talking to him, but he didn't have the heart to disconnect the feed. He didn't actually want to die. He wanted hope that he could live without ruining the lives of those around him. Didn't Helen realize why he'd left for so long? A century of travel, and not just for the thrill of the hunt. He'd left so that she would be safe. But this city only allowed him so much freedom, and they had a terrible habit of running into one another.

"I can't bear the thought of harming you. Or her. Helen, I don't know how long I can keep this beast tamed. I fear the damage that might come. What choice do I have? Would you feel safe with me near you after all you've seen of me? After seeing the past repeat itself? Would you allow me into your home?" He shook his head, "I couldn't blame you if you refused me entrance."