"I've done worse, more gruesome, things," he said, his own voice echoing the sadness of hers. "But I'm hoping it won't come to that for you. You've got people who care about you, Min. I had nobody. You're not alone in this."
He sighed at her words, rubbing his face and nodding. "I know what you said," he told her. "And for the life of me, I don't know why. Or for that matter, why I'm hell bent on having you. You're always in my head. And the things I do to make it go away. . . I'd rather not have to rely on that."