I knew you would. I think in part I even hoped you would. But mostly I hoped you wouldn't.

[That was, if he was being honest.

And his confession wasn't laced with maliciousness, merely a sort of subdued sadness. He was well aware of the fact that he had disappointed her. And he was just as aware of someone else whom he would be letting down by going through with this decision. But he couldn't stop now. Not when he was so close to having what he'd wanted since the veil had first begun slipping away.]

I'm letting you down. I can't really say I understand why you'd consider us friends after that.