It affects us because I don't know what's going to happen, George. And I'm tired. I'm so tired of running and fighting and—shite, I just... I want to be with you and just be normal. You're so good and I've never had anyone like that, someone who's just good. But I don't know what will happen and I'm scared of what might.

[ She can feel the tears starting to well up in her eyes again, making her vision blurry, but she can't stop it now. Part of her is so relieved that he doesn't care, doesn't hate her, but an even bigger part of her is filled with self-loathing because once again, she's dragging some innocent person into her shitstorm of a life, and has anything good ever come of that? She doesn't think so. ]