"I hope you do as well, for what it is worth. You are too good to deserve me." He smiled a little, smiling at how she took her hand back so quickly. He wished he could have killed whoever had killed her youth. It was one thing when you were born to be used, like he had been. He expected it, he'd made peace with it long ago. She hadn't known it was happening, and that was even more cruel.
He sighed at her logic. "Yes, they would have killed me. But her death was not clean. It was not quick. I try to give that to all of the people I kill, at the very least."