"You're not in any condition to and you know it," he says, and his voice sounds a shade defeated. He knows he's lost. He's betrayed himself by showing his emotions and even more so by actually having them.

But he can't just let her take them to buy clothing, to get on an airplane to a strange island and not make certain she's all right. Even if it's only a pint of blood, even if it's---he just can't. He can't.

He's stopping, he realizes. He's stopping everything for her. It's worse than bingeing for three days because of John because this won't stop. It won't stop until they've killed her.