Leaving would be a lot easier if she didn't want him there, but he couldn't tell if she'd actually prefer him gone. She wasn't that good of a liar... but maybe she was getting better. It was a skill that required practice, after all; but that word still had the power to make him wince. It would be even easier if he could make himself stop caring.
Bran had the knife ready in case anyone was hiding inside, but it didn't seem like anyone had been inside for a while. Whoever once lived here must have left at the first sign of trouble, but that still didn't mean he could let his guard down. "I didn't know that." He hadn't realized they were such a bad thing, not when what he heard inside his head was all he had growing up. "But you're not crazy. You hear them because of... the story. Because of Christine." It was too much of a coincidence, especially considering the nature of the voice he'd pretended to be.
Was this where he apologized? Erik was no help, deciding to be quiet all of a sudden. "I was trying to help. Your voice, it has potential... but I'm sorry if I made things worse." It was honest, even though she probably wouldn't believe it, but there was really nothing else he could say. If she kept thinking of him as a dangerous liar, well, maybe it was for the best. At least she kept trying to be normal - all he did now was pretend.