Her grip loosened just a little bit more, but she didn't let go. Her fingers no longer curled over his shoulders, instead they were lax against his back. Her face turned so that her ear was just over his heart. Allowing the steady drum of his heart soothe. "You said I was soft. That day in court. I've thought about it a lot. I thought that it was Thor's love that made me soft, or my love for you..." The tears that ran down her face were still steady, leaving crimson spots. She sniffled softly, her teeth catching her lower lip. But the words were already out, too late to reel them back, so she continued on, "but I was soft before that. I should have killed him after Chicago, but I didn't. I was more worried about taking care of the people I did get out. If I had gone after him, he wouldn't have been able to play with the laws, and Scarlet would still be here." She didn't want to admit to herself, or to him, that she'd gotten her hopes up. That if Reeve came out alright, if things went smoothly, that there would be hopes for her.
But that was a little too selfish for Bryn to own up to. "He destroys lives, and he has the gall to hate me. Not for anything I've ever done, but just because I'm a vampire." There was no small amount of hate for the 'him' left unnamed.
She lifted her head just a little and made a little noise in the back of her throat. She'd left him such a mess. "I'm sorry."