Alex had no idea what to think, what to feel. How could she? How many girls out there could say their boyfriend had a murderous alter-ego? She had been the stupid one, in many ways. There was no way she could claim she hadn't had the warnings. He'd told her himself, so many times, that he was dangerous, that all this would happen some day.
And yet she had trusted him anyway. Fallen in love with him, had her heart broken. And still, she couldn't walk away. Every intelligent part of her said that she should walk away, leave all of this behind. But she was still a ghost. That permanent reminder that she couldn't be normal.
"Maybe you were schizo when you were human, or something." She sounded tired. It was impossible, she had no body, she couldn't be exhausted. But emotionally she felt beyond drained, the last few months being a nightmare.
"I don't know if it'll be enough." Her voice became small, quiet. "I think I want it to be. I think I want to be able to move on from this and accept you're back and know you'll be able to make it all up to me. But I honestly don't know if you can. Everything that happened. It hurt, Hal. It really hurt."