[He doesn't need to ask, though. Purebloods have such an arsenal of abilities. So much so that even in his years of training, with all of the reading he did right along side honing his physical strength, there still was so much he hasn't learned. At one point he asked his Master if there's even an end to what the pureblood vampire is capable of at all.
She's just the same as that woman, then. He can't help but think of her.
He can't even say much else at the moment. A few more unsteady steps are taken back. He severs the way their eyes had met, one hand moving to cover his own. If only it's to (try and) keep any tears from falling, or being seen. But in the end he's unable to keep any from spilling, even if he's so desperately trying that he's practically trembling. Just as the pain also is so great within his chest that he feels he can't breathe.
Traitor. She's just some traitor! He can't see past that right now, or to recognize that if what she says is the honest truth, then that means she isn't truly at fault for anything.]