You’re breaking down, convinced you’re no better than the people who have hurt you. Will watches you carefully, his own battles flashing behind his eyes. He takes a slow step forward, voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to say that.” His hands tremble slightly as he cups your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I know monsters. I’ve looked them in the eye. And you… you’re not one of them.” His breath is unsteady, his eyes full of something raw—something he understands all too well. “Let me prove it to you.”