Who could argue that? Refusing him was futile. Reasserting her feelings was vain. It used to be only her personal afflictions manifesting in the resistance to his caring so deeply for her, but now it was habitual and part of her nature to wall up anything that excited fondness. She felt no pain for anything any longer. She was free of that, or at least that's how she presently felt for the past few numbingly lonesome months. She felt no pain in any true, meaningful, tangible, visible way. Only hatred.
He wanted to be friends with such a creature, knew the risks, took no precautions, and welcomed her with opened arms into his tower in the sky. She wasn't going to decline, simply because buried somewhere in her body's mausoleum, something had to proceed beating to keep her alive.
"You won't be able to keep me from getting into trouble. No matter how hard you try. " She offered, not as a threat, but as a soft and mostly manageable fact. "It's part of the package. It's different out here... than it was in there."