"I've tried to move on, I really have.. but I can't. No one compares to you, comes even close." He reached out a hand and cupped your face, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline. His hands were trembling slightly from clutching the pickaxe before. This time the murder at Valentine's Bluff wasn't Harry. It was him. "I've tried to forget you, but it's like you've burrowed yourself under my skin, into my very soul.. I can't escape you, no matter how hard I try..'n I did it for us."