She embodied in that one look all the horror Aidan had felt about his own life, all the horror he knew that others should feel. Bishop would have reveled in that look, taken it as a great accomplishment. Aidan felt sick from it. He knew he deserved it, but he hated that he did.
He shook his head. There was no true reason that he should be allowed to live. Not really. He'd worked to keep himself on the side of good, to stay on the straight and narrow, only to fail so spectacularly with the death of a Supreme Being who had been created to stop things like himself. Who had brought so much light to the world.
"I want to be a good man." He said, not looking up. "I want to love Evey and be the man she deserves. I have no other reason to give you but that, and that is more for her sake than mine. For her, I would move the stars."
Evey had lost him once already, and lost so much else in the wake of it. So much of herself. For Evey he would beg for his life. For Evey he would do anything.