She did not even want to take anything that he bought for her. That hit Hallbjorn hard, but he hid it completely. Of course not. Why bother with it? There was nothing more to say on that front. Hallbjorn let it drop and there was nothing more from Kara until they reached his mansion. The antebellum edifice probably seemed so inferior to the palace she would live in now.<br/><br/>As Kara turned towards him, Hallbjorn turned away as he got out of the truck. "Yes." He answered her. He turned back towards her but it was to close the door rather than to face her. "This is a decision that you need to make for yourself." He told her, and then closed the door. When she got out, he faced her.<br/><br/>"It is obvious that you want this. Tarek explained it to me." The Berserker said. "He told me everything that he told you." The blond man told her in a dull, emotionless voice. "I have always allowed you what you wanted. Do you think that it would be any different now?" The man asked, but it was not a question that demanded an answer; it was posed to make a point. He did not understand why she bothered to get into the truck with him if she wanted nothing that was hers. There was no answer that he could figure out, non conclusion he could draw.<br/><br/>"If you feel like you need to explain yourself to me - you do not. I understand, Kara. Truly I do." The blond man could only imagine that, perhaps, she felt that she owed him some personal explanation because he saved her life. But that was not necessary.