"And purpose without conviction is meaningless..." She says softly, as if she understand to some degree at least.
Her hand remains, lingering softly, though it doesn't seem to bring him comfort. After a moment, it slides away, curling behind her back at the small of it.
"An eventual purpose, but.. are you not more than purpose? Can you not enjoy your life until it is time for that purpose to be completed? If it is not yet time, why seek to hasten your destruction? It is.. inevitable, it is your purpose, I understand, but.. all things have a time in which they come to fruition. Should we not enjoy the night because we know that the sun will eventually rise?"