She cannot look at him. Cannot make eye contact, not with such sincerity given to cut her open, not with what he's saying. A good heart? Her? Many would disagree, her included. But nothing she says is going to change his mind, she knows. Nothing will shake his resolve - even if a storm howls and rages, it will not bring him down.

It would have been kinder to simply open her chest.

Absently, her hand goes to the charm around her neck, toying with it for lack of anything else to touch.

"He reminds me of someone I used to know. Someone I haven't seen in a long time."

It's a faint defense, and not a true one.