It was good. It was. It was great, even. I was gonna marry you, Jess, and I wouldn't have just settled for anyone. I was happy. But even so, I'd trade what we had in a heartbeat to spare you everything that you went through. Even what you're going through now. If you and I had never met, you'd still be alive. You'd be off with some other lucky guy, probably, and you'd be well on your way out of school and into a job and a family and...and...I don't know. Something better than this.
No, Stanford isn't safe anymore. With you being you and with a lot of the supernaturals being pretty damn aware of who I am, I don't think there are many safe places out there for you right now, Jess. I'm not okay with you going off on your own without any real training, especially because of that.
I know you are. I wish I knew how to make it better for you, I really do.