He thought a minute at her question. "No, it doesn't want you dead. And it doesn't mind that I love you. What it wants is control." He said as he laid her on the bed. "The more I let it consume me, the closer it comes too taking over my body, driving me insane. It doesn't care for my outside life, only to control me when I lose myself."<br/><br/>He lay down beside her and took her hand. "Your safe."