While it wasn't necessarily dangerous for Anton to be here in the physical sense of the word, it was dangerous to his psyche. He'd come to believe that something had triggered a sort of madness in him - there was no other explanation, for he'd never grown angry enough to cause anyone real harm on purpose - why else would he kill the girl he loved? There must have been a spell or potion or some kind of magic gone wrong that hurtled him into a psychotic break, because here - here he still loved her, despite her foolish choices. Yes, he'd berated her for them and rather publicly, but he hoped she would come to understand why he'd done so. She was young and silly and impressionable and damn it to hell, he still cared for her! She'd hurt him, though. Hurt him deeply.
Anton hadn't realized he was frowning and looking somewhere over Angelina's shoulder as he thought of all this. When he did, he smiled a tad apologetically and nodded in understanding of what she said.
"I believe hate is the right word for the way I've been feeling. Disconcerted as well, given that so many of the island's inhabitants are from a time far in the future...at least for me. But I've found that it's improved some, especially of late. I'm hoping that it can be a fresh start of sorts. A chance to reinvent and re-examine the self. A chance to move on from an old life. Maybe have the things we never really had before."