It was harrowing to hear her say that. Oleg kept his back to Chloe for a time, not quite feeling like he could face her. It almost broke him. He did not understand how she could be thanking him after he had done . . . nothing at all. His head and shoulders slumped. It seemed like that time when tears should come, but he would not let him cry. After all, he had no right to shed them after what he had let happen.<br/><br/>Slowly, he straightened up and turned to face Chloe. He admired her strength, seeing her smiling right now. "I am so sorry, Chloe. I . . . if I had not called Layla . . ." The big man said. He looked down at his feet, and pursed his lips. Then he looked up to her. "Yesterday, you asked what I was. Do you still want to know?" Although his secret was the thing he wanted to guard above all else, it seemed like he had to tell her. Like he owed it to her.<br/><br/>"I can do that for you . . . since I was so useless . . . since I could not protect you."