Sarah sits back, pressing a hand to her forehead in frustration. She's never been any good at this. She stood a chance, once upon a time, but she's been locked away for too long, made untrusting by things in the dark coming out to kill her. She barely knows what she's supposed to do.

"You helped to save my life," she says slowly, making sure to stress those words. "And I'm grateful for that, but I don't know how many more deaths on my conscience I can take. Do you understand?" She asks, genuinely hoping that he does. "And when you were helping me, it's all that flashed in front of me. That I would be taking you from the people who loved you."