He was grateful that L.L. didn't resist his hold. This was a lot for someone to take in. He let her pull away and he looked at her. "I got more blood on my hands than any man ever should have," he said. "I'll never be clean of it L.L. No matter how much good I do in trying to redeem my past actions, even if they were lives that needed ending, that blood is always going to stain my hands."
He reached out and rested a hand on her shoulder. "It's people with hearts like yours that I fight so damn hard to wash my hands clean of blood. To know that there's still good in this world worth fighting for. You got a light inside of you L.L. Taking a life will end that."
He sighed when she insisted on being there. But she had a point. If magic was being used they'd need their own magical people there. "Is there anyone you know who'll be able to help you with that? So you aren't having to use so much energy?"