There you stood, next to him. He had a choice, a very important choice. He sighed. " You'll get caught, just stop trying to help, we shouldn’t help them. You know what they'll do to us? And not that I'm helping you, it's just because I know you. " His hand slowly drifted to a recorder. Debating, thinking.

Coriolanus loved you. He loved you more than anything, but he was at war with his own mind. Should he report you? Get you killed? Or should he hide your secret, and risk both of you two being killed. Coriolanus sighed, he looked at his hands, and the cages. " You'll get caught, and I don’t know if I can help you out here. You know I love you, but.." He said, as he sighed.

Coriolanus knew you witnessed his murder of the mayors daughter, that was also weighing heavily on his mind. To get rid of it, tie up loose ends. Clean up after himself, to make sure he had no ways of potentially getting his secrets out there. But how could he? When he looked at you, he felt nothing but love.

Was it love? Or was it the obsession with you? Was he obsessed with being with you? He sighed, and turned it on, you didn’t know, but he was recording everything. He was recording the conversation. Coriolanus knew he had all the evidence, but he didn’t know if he should turn you in? Or should he let it go?