They'd go together and tell Peter. Aidan didn't know if Evey's presence there would make it better or worse. Obviously it would bolster him and give him the support he needed, but would Peter be angrier because Evey had gotten involved? And not even the Evey that had pledged her love, but the one that he had inadvertently and incomprehensibly broken. Hadn't he done her enough damage?
"Am I?" He raised a brow. "There's a line for everybody, and this is a big enough line to turn away most everybody. I wouldn't blame you if you did. This isn't ..."
He knew how he was going to finish the line. He wanted to tell her that this wasn't the kind of behavior she deserved from somebody who loved her. This wasn't what she needed in her life. But she knew that already, didn't she? Yet here she was.
There was truly a small part inside of him that felt vindicated. He had told her over and over that he was capable of truly awful things, and yet she'd held her faith. He had tried to enumerate the terrors he had spread, the people he had killed, the creature he had been once upon a time, but she had stayed the course, claiming that he wasn't that anymore. Telling him that he was a better man now. He had proved her wrong, in the most graphic way possible, on all fronts.
He didn't finish the thought out loud. It faded into the air around them. She knew what he was going to say, and she was going to argue it.
"The first one I killed was coming back from the hospital." Aidan said instead. "I went there for blood bags. My intention was to come back here, get wasted, and be miserable. The guy was getting mugged violently, I stopped it, and I ate the mugger. I could smell the fear of the man, but I didn't care he was there. Then everything went sharply down hill."