"Come in." He said after he'd made her wait a little bit post knock. He'd been looking at that blurry, distorted blob in the mirror, contemplating it really. It kind of summed up exactly how he was feeling at the moment. What was left of himself was undefinable and opaque. All of his emotions were blurred together and strange. The reflection was like the manifestation of everything inside of him. The ghost of Aidan Waite.
The worst part about the whole thing was that he couldn't unburden himself truly. He could never tell anybody what he'd actually done. Leeloo would haunt him until he died. For everybody else, she was just a random person who had some kind of special power that he seemed to have acquired. This, this more than anything else was eating him alive. The mass slaughter he'd committed, that he could live with. He'd done it before. He'd gotten over it. But Leeloo? And then there was the fact that he could still feel her blood in him. It still drove him forward, causing him to crave more. It was like her blood absorbed all of the blood he consumed now, taking it and making it so it didn't fulfill his needs.
His eyes were still on that reflection after he'd invited Evey in. What was she gong to do with him now? Aidan's mind flashed with the look of horror her face would twist into if he told her he'd killed Leeloo. If he informed her that the girl he'd described the torture and collection of had not been some stranger.
Part of him was tempted. Aidan felt as if he should drive everyone away that might get hurt by him. Which was everybody.