[He sent her here. It's true, he killed her, and she was sent here. Revived but afar from him, in a place to which he couldn't reach easily. Without him knowing. But that hadn't been his intention, had he known that killing her would have just done that he wouldn't have done it. Because in doing so he gave the witch something she wanted, and that was what he didn't want to do.

He's silent for a long moment, unable to decide how to answer that. Unable to know how to answer. Part of him wants to hug her close, but what good would that do when she's so convinced that he doesn't want her? The first thing he did was kiss her and hug her close, yet that hadn't changed her mind. Another part wants to slap her until she recovers reason, but that wouldn't work either. And they have no time. Everyone is rescuing the rest and searching for the witch, if he wastes his time here... He won't be able to get his revenge and what will be of him then? With all that hate and anger, unable to release it.

He screams, rage clear in his voice before he punches the wall close to her head. When he speaks he's leaning over her, face dangerously close to hers, eyes obscured by his hair and the angle he's facing.]

I tried to. I tried to save you, but I couldn't. And I killed you because I thought that that would serve to set you free. Even if it meant losing you forever, I chose that over seeing you not being you. But that didn't work, instead all it did was send you here, away from me.