Gunther pushed back his tears and looked into Brigit's eyes, trying to get his emotions under control after such a wild display.  "I'm sick."  He said, going a bit limp as Brigit held him.  There was an intense fear in his eyes, a hint of guilt as he continued.  "I'm a sick, sick, person, they kind of guy who tortured you, or at least I was, until they caught me."  Gunther choked back a sob as he continued, trying to unburden his heart.<br/><br/>"It's good that you've been able to tell me about yourself, maybe we'll be able to keep you from going crazy."  He said bravely, feeling terror as his mind when down its familiar tracks.  He wanted to help her, take a close look at all her scars and perhaps give her a couple more, to grow on and help her forget.  Her eyes looked so innocent to him, and he soon began to feel as if he was in a pedophile's nightmare, the kind one gets when one realizes just how horrible he really is and puts himself out of his misery.  "I'm afraid."  Gunther whimpered, wrapping his arms tightly around the girl.  "I never wanted to hurt anyone, but everyone I've ever tried to help I've gone too far, but I can't just leave them alone."  Tears streamed into Gunther's eyes as he made a dangerous admission.  "And I want to help you."  He said, his hands shaking as he wrapped himself around the girl.