"I won't kill you," he said. "I don't think I'm going to have to. And I hope no one else thinks they do. Because I'd rather not add to my list of murders, but I will if I have to."
He wanted to go to her, grab her and make her see reason. Make her see that he wanted to be with her, needed to be with her. He didn't know if what he felt was enough to be called love, but it was stronger than anything he'd ever felt before. He was just starting to get used to not being around her, and now that he was? He didn't think he could handle being taken away again.
"I don't know what I'm going to gain," he said. "But I don't want to be away from you anymore."