Joe had been in this situation before— the obsession. The stalking. The murdering. All from you. He could recall the memory of Love Quinn. The insanity that she possessed and how he felt about the whole situation: uncertain. But now it was you? He possessed the same feeling from the time before.

He hated Love for the fact she was a monster. He didn’t like looking at her and seeing himself. Like some sort of a mirror. Like he was looking into a reflection. But he had since accepted the fact he was a horrible person. But he knew why he did it.

He had pushed himself into his obsession with you this time. He wouldn’t stop it. He couldn’t stop it. The infatuation was stretching further than it ever had. He loved you so much more than Guinevere Beck. Than Love Quinn. Than Marienne Bellamy. They were all names that didn’t matter to him anymore— only you did.

So he couldn’t bring himself to slaughter you in the same way he did with his ex wife. He wanted to talk you out of it in some way. He wasn’t sure if it would work, considering you had literally killed someone a few days ago. He wasn’t sure what the motive was behind it— as you never told him why you killed who you killed. But he deserved to know. He was your husband. You were married to him.

He wasn’t sure what to do about you. He was going to talk to you about it. But what would he do if that didn’t work? He couldn’t lock you up— he only did that to people who rejected his insanity. But you didn’t. You accepted him. And maybe he could accept you at some point. But for now, he would rely on this. “Hey, you.” He decided to act sweet at first. “Can we talk?”