Everyone hurts everyone. You have to pay attention to the how to be able to tell the difference, Abigail.

[His voice is low, meant to be soothing, unflappable in the face of her struggles. The problem is that she's drawing attention, that they are not alone here, though she is human and he is close enough to pass inspection for the true blow of hatred that characterizes this place to find. She is a creature reborn under his hands and that is not entirely lost on him, but for the time being, he knows they cannot stay here.

She can't breathe very well, even if she were a match for him at the peak of her health. He adjusts the grip of his arms, tightens ever so slightly, and begins to stand.]

I forgive you. Come along, we'll find someplace safe, and we can talk about what happened. It's okay.

I still love you.