[His chest tightens up at that, at the reminder that he's a part of this equation too. He's not a murderer, not the way he'd thought at least, and he knows that... but he can still feel the weight of the sword in his hand when he'd run her through. He can still remember the horror when he'd come to his senses and seen what he'd done to the girl he'd treated like a daughter.
Maybe it would be better if he stayed away from her after all, but he's so weak. He's too weak to stay away from the people he loves, even if it would mean keeping them safe.]