Oh no she was so very wrong about that, he was weak. He always had been. They all thought it was so easy, they all thought all he had to do was fight the bloodlust. But there was a futility to it that Mitchell didn't have. One day he would fail. One day as it always happened, he'd fail, he'd drink and he'd destroy everyone here that had tried to care about him. And yet Alex was still angry at him, rightly so probably, the breeze in the trees, growing stronger.
"Alex, calm" he told her, reaching out a hand to rest at her arm though he knew better of the action. He was just getting so used to being able to calm her when she was upset. But he supposed this time he was the very worst one to do something like that.
"You shouldn't have to go when you've done nothing wrong. Not really ever in fact, I'm the one with the history of torment and cruelty, why should I have the things you deserve. I want only good things for you and you know as well as I do, good things don't come from me."
How did she do it? How did she make him feel like a good man just by saying that he was, saying he was strong. It was a nice fantasy, but ultimately untrue.