That was her logic? She was still protecting him, was that it? If she'd known what exactly was on his mind she probably wouldn't have believed it. But she'd said the worst possible thing. She'd protected him and it still confused him. It was what had caused the lack of his usual attitude. He wasn't sure exactly how to act around her. And now knowing he was the first one she had properly talked to. What was he supposed to do with that.
He needed her to understand. "Rebekah, I do need it. Don't you see, you took this on for me, saved me, knowing you couldn't save yourself too. And I don't understand why you would. So you need to tell me, you need someone else to hear it I think or it will always remain images, memories, words in your head. Let me know what it was you saved me from."
She looked up and then looked away. Couldn't even keep eye contact with him. What had they done to his sister? He knew some of it of course, he knew he had been the cause of her suffering. Her death.
"Come on now Bekah." he tried, stepping a little closer to her but still holding back slightly. Just enough.