He'd been feeling synthetic his whole life. One small part shattered from a whole. The whole being a human. But you made him feel something. Not the same something he felt when gutting horrible people but.. yearning. love.

So here he was, handcuffed infront of you on his knees, in the abandoned cabin he brought you to. He told you what he was. A killer. Breathing like an animal as he looked up at you.

"You have to understand, I can't live without it I-"