[ He doesn't crave it now. His hands slide from her arms to her waist, and his eyes never leave hers.

She's not even crying now. She should be, with those words. Maybe she's lost all the tears. Maybe they're gone.

He doesn't like that thought. ]

They call you a Saint because they believe you will save them, Alina. Faith is important. You've seen the strength of it.

[ He moves one hand up to her cheek again. ]

To be a saviour, you must be in a position to save. Sometimes that requires sacrifice. Sometimes too much. And not always yours.

I know that makes it no easier.