"No. I think I've lost everything, and everyone at one point or another and I have so many damn regrets you could float an ocean liner on them." That was clear. Cold. Concise. If he ever asked she might tell him some of them, but that was neither here nor now. "I know how much it hurts to keep a bleeding wound you think is 'Hope' and you're a good enough guy I can't just sit and watch it. Sorry for thinking you were worth it." Her nostrils had a way of flaring, and flattening when she was angry, and her face went a paler pink. Less angry flush more...close to rage.

And did we mention the glowing eyes? They always glowed, true, but sometimes it was really obvious.

"I'm the outsider. I'm pointing out the likely scenario garnered from what You have told me, and not told me. I'd also like to point out she may need the time to work up her own nerve. I bet she decides to talk to you when you're visiting." That said she finished her bottle and stood, striding over to the sink to rinse it properly. "I know strong people Bill. I know them well. You have to, to lead them. And yes, you're strong, and like us all, you're an idiot sometimes." Hmmm, her room had a window didn't it? If she went back to her room she could slip out...take a run...probably some shadow boxing off in the woods...yeah. Sounded like a good night out in the woods right?

Hmmm, now to get past him, back down the hall, and into her room without seeming to run away. Tricky that one.