For a moment he still looked like he wanted to say something angry, but finally sighed and tentatively places a hand over one of those she had clutched to his right arm. His head is done, he can't look at her.
"My whole life has been following the will of others. It's true I sometimes raged inwardly at the idea of having no real life of my own, but..with the possibility before me..heh," he shook his head. Part of him wanted to ask her what to do, but he knew that'd be putting him right back where he was, doing what others said.
He let go of her hand, realizing it may have been inappropriate. "All I know how to do is..kill," he said this with a deep tone regret.
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