“There’s nothing that hurts like letting you go.”
She does not talk about her feelings usually; that is one of those things they always had in common. Sure; the way of expressing them was far different — a thing he tended to avoid whenever he could, emotions locked up within his soul for as much as he could.
He has disappointed her; left her, hurt her, and he does know as much. Even if he does like to run from his past (as much as from the future or anything uncomfortable), there is little use denying to what he has done to her.
He remains silent for a while, eyes barely matching up to her face. Staying so perfectly still it would be far easy assuming that once again, he is rather locked up inside his own world and not paying attention to her.
He does listen to her, he has heard her just well. Words, as easy as they do come at other opportunity, always do make for a loss when it is regarding her. Admitting such is not a thing he will do (or allow to dwell all to much on how she sets things in motion within his own mind that he thought lost when he had forsaken the flesh long ago).
Although one could wonder whether that would just drive her away entirely, and how far his fragile sanity would be able to stand such thing.
"It will not be a necessity."
A lie, a promise just awaiting to be broken.
"I do not intent on going anywhere again."