[He shuts his eyes at her words, shaking his head. He doesn't even know where to begin with everything she's just said. He's the best of them? Not hardly.]

I don't forgive him. [His voice is blunt, honest. He looks back up again, jaw tight.] He killed you, Allison. You were dead. I watched you die. I can't -- [He rubs a hand over his face, feeling more than a vague sense of nausea.] I can't be responsible for more deaths, okay? I can't. Especially not yours.

[A beat.]

I'd rather die myself.