The lives I've taken. [ His fingers brush through her hair before he retracts his hand, trailing it down to where she was wounded when escaping the Red Rose Mansion -- where he thought his would had been. ] Those many lives. [ His fingers caress, gently, before his hand clasps over the area. ] I do not feel for the lives I've taken. I cannot feel. [ He's not sure when he stopped. ]

But your life. I want you to live. [ His gaze falls from her eyes, to her arm. ] Without experiencing what I've done again. Let it all be a dream. You can wake up.