Whatever his eyes are looking for, he'll see something else instead - confusion, some tender spot he's found to dig into. Sincerity in its purest shades.

"I'm not trying to ensnare you. I'm only being honest. If I said it wouldn't hurt, that'd be a lie, because I'm selfish and want to keep you around for as long as possible. But what I want matters very little, when it's your life and thus your death. If you truly and steadfastly want the end, it isn't my place to heap shame upon you for it."

She's not so important that someone would keep living for her sake alone. Fever's not so conceited as to ever believe that.

"I would mourn you. But I would help you just the same."