Your honesty just had a tone of...expecting me to find it a bad thing. A warning to me.

[And perhaps that's what she took exception to. It felt pitying somehow. Pitying himself or...well, she doesn't know. And maybe, for a werewolf who came here to die, he is entitled to talk about his life as he pleases. Say that it is lackluster. But it doesn't mean that she has to like it.]

Are you doing that thing I mentioned earlier? Worrying about complications that haven't even come to pass?