She didn't pull away. And that had to mean something, didn't it. If not that she still loved him that perhaps there was a chance. Perhaps there was something in her that would allow her to fight back against what he'd caused her to become. "Maybe I could have asked you for help. Maybe I knew it was ultimately futile. Maybe I didn't want to get your hopes up knowing the truth about what he is and what he could say. And think what you like, locking him up for 50 years he'd still be dangerous. It could be that you could contain him but what if there came a point people went home. The securities you had put in place might have gone with them. You might have gone. Leaving him, with the world at his feet."
On some level he'd hoped someone would have staked him. Taken away the choice he so wanted to make but never quite could. The one time he had in fact, it had been Alex and Tom that had pulled him back from the brink.
"You can't say fifty years and expect it to be a perfect approximation of time. It's been fifty, its been twenty. He doesn't run to schedule, and sometimes I suppose it depends on events. I can usually tell when...when he's close. But sometimes, if there's something to fight for I can hold on. Which is what I did. For you, because you were something to fight for. I tried to contain him. Tried to ensure I remained in control. And for longer than usual I did. But it doesn't always play out like I'd hope."
As to what they did now? That he didn't know, not really.
"I expect we make that up as we go along? I will reestablish routine, I will ensure I keep as safe as I can. And you...you'll find yourself again. If I can help with that then I will but as I said, if I cannot. If I am hindering you, then do tell me."