"I did not say it was a wise idea. I just did not know what to say. I had to tell you though,you deserved to know." He took a deep unneeded breath. "I did not want to cause you trouble." And now the idea crosses his mind that maybe he should just kill her, spare her the pain of living with a loss like this. Keep her from becoming like him bitter and wearing masks. At least she was not forced to lie with the person who murdered everything she loved... but maybe. Just maybe he could fix it.

"We need gun cotton and something some oil." he spoke straightening his back as soon as she said white hair pacing. He shouldn't have spoke aloud but the bitch broke her promise and did it again. Which means she was coming to bond him again before the end of teh night if whispers got to her that he was with Helena right now. "And a sword." He looked over to his trunk moving past teh table pulling the keys from his pocket to kneel starting to undo the locks. For now the words of regret are ignored as his thoughts of revenge burned.