Shaking his head fiercely in denial, he already felt the words brimming on his tongue whilst the tears of self loathing threatened to escape. When she curled against his body he could hold it in no longer. “I was born into a lineage of assassinators.” He whispered through the dim light of the room. “Its what i have been trained to do since birth... kill those deemed worthy by my uncles. My other family was killed in the process of their own assignments.” Flame gulped down his grief and nerves. “When i was given the task of killing a young girl, i could not do it. I found her to be innocent when my uncle thought her guilty. I left, and came here. Where i met you... and i swore never to return to the business. I don’t want to be that person. A tool for their own hatred.” He waited in silence, expecting her to leave him... he would allow her if she did. He had no right to keep her.