I used to be, maybe. Good. Kind. Gentle. But I -

[He makes another noise, before finally lifting his head to stare at Kiera. Or try, at least. His hair is kind of everywhere.]

I met someone in Cataega. We were awful for each other but... I liked that. I wanted to be carved up and bloody when everything was said and done.

And Clive? He deserves something better than that. Gentle. Loving. And I fear I no longer know how to give that.