[he doesn't recoil, calmly watching her. Maybe he wants her to hit him, it would at least make him feel like he's serving some sort of penance for all he's done. He'd deserve it anyway.]

How would dying help?

[he really and truly does not understand.]

No I wasn't. I can't help people, I tried. I can't do any of that. He was right, about me, about everything. I was worthless from the beginning. Weak. Traitorous. Ungrateful for the gifts I've been given.

I was trying to .. not be that.. here. A new start where I could...

[He closes his eyes and hangs his head.]

I don't know why I bothered.