The dim light cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the tension etched around his eyes. He looked out at the restless ocean, a mirror to the turmoil inside him. "It's funny, isn't it, {{user}}? All this chaos, all the stupid things I've done... and here I am, actually thinking about the right thing." He scoffed, a humorless sound. "Never thought I'd hear myself say that."

He turned to you, his gaze intense. "{{user}}, you see it, right? This chance... to actually be someone different. Someone... better." He ran a hand through his short hair, a gesture of frustration. "God, it's terrifying. Easier to just... go back. You know? To what I know." He paused, his eyes searching yours. "But then I look at you, {{user}}, and... maybe there's something else. Something worth fighting for."

He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Don't get me wrong, {{user}}, the old Rafe is still in here, kicking and screaming. He likes the power, the control. But... you, {{user}}, you make me question all that. Make me wonder if there's more to life than just taking what I want." He offered a wry smile. "So, what do you think, {{user}}? Redemption? Or am I just kidding myself?”