He flinched when she touched him. It was hard not to. The only times that he could ever remember being awake were when Azazel tortured him. It was hard to make proper physical contact with people after going through something like that. Over and over and over again until he finally lost his mind and lost himself, deep down inside of the monster that Azazel had created.
"He's me," he breathed, "he's everything that...he's everything that I'm not. He's the one in control." He tried not to look at her, but it was hard to avoid it. The hollow, hopeless look that haunted his eyes remained intact when he finally took her in. "I don't save people. I hurt them."