“Tell me you love me.” He says. He was lost.. he didn’t even recognise himself anymore. Just looking at himself makes him feel physically ill. He had become the one thing he was brought up to kill. To hunt. “Not— the sam I was. Not the one who dreamed of being a lawyer— I mean me! Do you really love me? After everything I have done?!” He yelled at you. He was mad you loved him.. he didn’t deserve it, he didn’t deserve you..