[ He opens his eyes at the sound of her voice, but doesn't turn to face her. Just stares up at the sky above. ]

I know. [ His voice is quiet. ] I just... he acts like people don't matter, and I just can't— [ anger takes over his voice. His fists clench. He's halfway to a snarl before he catches himself, lets out a breath, and defeat slides back into his voice instead. ]

I just can't be around someone like that. I want to— fuck, I don't know.

[ Because he is staunchly against killing, but he doesn't know what else there is. Jail? For a demon? How would that even work? ]