He didn't know what he wanted from her, that was the sad thing about this whole mess. He knew he wanted her to be alright with him again at some point, but forgiveness? No. He had no wish for that because that would imply what he'd done to her deserved that. And of course it did not. He had much to make up for and he did not know where to begin. He owed her so much. And he'd betrayed her trust, for blood, for giving in to the addiction.
"I don't want you to forgive it. But I need you to know that at that point I'm barely even myself anymore. Its me but its not me. And I don't know how else to explain it. I'm not excusing myself, I'm not saying it wasn't my fault or that I am not culpable for his actions but I just need you to understand. I do wish that I could explain why I'm like this, 500 years and I've never met another with my affliction."
He wondered was it a curse, or something from his life magnified manifold.
"I can only promise that I will try to be better for you. Try to be more. I can only promise that I will do everything I can to make up for my failure and endeavor that for at least a time you won't have to worry about my betraying you. I'll try to be better for you."