"And that's the problem." Evan told her. "You're looking for an angle so you can decide I'm alright." he accused, since he was pretty sure that was exactly what she was doing. "You're looking for an out, here. You want to be able to understand. To get it."
“So what if I do?” Edan asked. “I’ve met more than one soldier, more than one killer. They all had reasons. Maybe I do want to get it.” This time when she pulled at it his shirt it was an actual tug. “Let me in.”
He got pulled that little bit closer, and he was definitely thinking now was a good time to leave. Possibly entirely. It had been a stupid idea in the first place. "I'm not a soldier." he told her. "Let go."
She didn’t let go of his shirt. “And if I don’t?”
"How about you just do, and we don't find out?" he suggested. "Find someone else to crawl inside of, Edan. There's got to be better choices. Everyone I killed? I plotted out. I planned. Right now? You're looking into the eyes of someone who literally worked out how to kill someone else, and managed to pull it off. Five times, total. And whether or not I had my own reasons, and whether or not you could understand the motivation behind it, it doesn't change what I am. It never will. So you need to let go, and I need to leave."
Edan shook her head. “I don’t want you to leave.” Everything else he said, yes, that made sense. Yes, he was dangerous, yes, this meant she was likely suicidal, but she didn’t want him to go. He might not ever come back.
He reached up to put his hand over hers. "Let go." he repeated. "You should head back to your room, before the power dies." he added. "Curl up, read a book, something that isn't being here."
She shook her head again. “I’m not going out in that. I can’t go out in that. Even if I could, I’m not going to risk getting stuck in the elevator when the power goes out.” Edan put her hand over his, pulling it away.