"I mean it," Draven insisted.
"But I know the truth in my heart, the truth I've been hiding even from myself. This incident has made me realize I need to accept it and not run away from it," she said, walking back to him. She held his hand and placed it on her heart. "I can feel the hellfire inside me, always wanting to destroy something. I've managed to keep it in check with the help of our bond, but I don't know how long I can maintain control. As I struggle to contain the hellfire, I feel surrounded by darkness, as if it will engulf me completely one day. I'm scared of losing control, scared of harming anyone, scared of harming you."
"We know where part of your hellfire is. We can fix it."
"But we don't know how long it will take, and until then, I might end up destroying more things. The day they truly find a way to fix it and I can no longer harm anyone, I'll let you be with me. But even then, I won't return here. I will always feel guilty for killing Morpheus."
"But…"
