Wriggling away from Ryan, Aletta wanted to create some space between the two of them. "I can't afford to do that, Ryan," She said, her inner turmoil getting the better of her. "I love Rolf to pieces, he's the man whom I'll marry and will soon be the father of my children. I can't vanish from his life... He has nothing left," Aletta added trying not to cry. Ryan was a lovely man, really, she just couldn't picture her life<em>not</em>devoted to Rolf and his happiness. "But then you came, falling out of the sky like some sort of angel. I can't let you go either, I just can't. You're too weak, and too young to die." Aletta concluded, cupping his cheek and getting up. "I'll take care of you as long as it's needed. You deserve someone much better than me, a beautiful British lady. Not some messed up kid like me."