"you and i both know the risks. we both know what people like them are capable of. tell me it’s all okay, and i won’t question you. but if it isn’t… we need to be ready." (Rose to Guy)
"we?" guy questions, his head turning to look over to rose. "rose, since when was there a we? i seem to recall you were toying with the idea of killing me a few weeks ago?" he was half joking, half serious. serious enough that guy had a scotch on the rocks, he'd drink when he was stressed or bored and this was definitely stressed. he'd hate to admit that he'd relied far too much on alcohol to numb his feelings in recent years but it was what it was. if that is what numbed what he needed then so be it. "it's nice to see you again." that he meant, that came from his chest with a softness he tried to extend to her. his softened expression became more somber and his head hung again. "the thing is rose, this doesn't have to be a we, you don't have to be involved with all of this is you don't want to be. there is a chance for you to walk away from it all." though as he turned his head further his eyes gesture to the weaponry he had laid out across his table. "if you do want to be a part of it then, yes.. we do need to be ready."
could he live with himself? if another person got hurt on his watch? "the last thing i want.. is for you to help for my sake, or anyone elses sake and end up.." like his wife. he didn't want to see her hurt, vampire, human, werewolf or whatever, he just didn't want to see rose hurt. "i'd not..." forgive himself. slowly he exhaled, pent up frustration building from lack of being able to find the words.