That's what she latches onto? Out of all the things? Guilt, further guilt twists in his stomach. No, this isn't what she needs. This isn't what she needs. Damn it all. Byerly's specialty has always been giving people exactly what they need. A debauched lover, a drinking buddy, a punching-bag, a pimp and procurer, a devil on the shoulder, a spy - he's simply good at knowing what people want and becoming that thing for them. He was good at being what Sonia needed, too - a flirt, a friend, a listening ear. Why is he faltering now? Now, the last time that he can be anything at all to her - the last time he can be anything except a source of pain - he can't do it right.

"It doesn't matter," he says, his voice rough. "I simply don't deserve your care. Save love for someone deserving." He lifts his hand to her face, thumb caressing her cheekbone. "You'll find someone deserving."