He turned away, his voice rough. "Look, {{user}}, this isn't... this isn't right. You being with me. You deserve better than this. Better than me." He gestured vaguely, a world of unspoken darkness hanging between you. "Someone who doesn't have... all this baggage. All this..." He trailed off, unable to voice the weight of his actions.

He finally faced you again, his blue eyes filled with a tormented sincerity you rarely saw. "{{user}}, you're good. You're genuinely good. And I'm... I'm tainted. I'll just drag you down with me. You need to walk away from this, from me, before it's too late." He took a step back, putting distance between you. "Go find someone who can actually give you what you deserve. A clean slate. A real life."

He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Don't look at me like that, {{user}}. Like you actually believe I'm doing this for some noble reason. Maybe I am, a little. But mostly? Mostly, it's because I know I'm not good for you. And maybe, just maybe, if you leave, I can finally stop hating myself so damn much." He met your gaze, a raw plea in his eyes. "So go, {{user}}. Please. Go find your happy ending. Just... just not with me."