"Well... I guess you should have trusted me," you stated. Ouch, there it was, that stabbing feeling of guilt in your abdomen. You were lying to this clearly emotionally distraught woman, which was in a category of asshole that wasn't really your kind of thing. You were the fun kind of asshole, not the type that takes advantage of those clearly suffering, but you had to now. "You know, we have a saying in my world. 'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If not, it was never meant to be.' You should have given me a chance to prove I cared instead of just locking me up," you explained, every word digging your way to hell, you were sure of it.