No! [The way he snaps it, for a second there he's almost just the monster again. He snaps his teeth shut much, much too close to her face for comfort. She can be kind and loving and absolutely destructive to his original hateful intent as much as she wants, but there are things he won't take even from her.]

We're all lies! Everything was a lie! All our dreams, all our memories - everything - grgh! [He had to give into it, and it's lucky that he doesn't take it out on her. Instead he swings at the nearest wall and rakes his fingers down it as though he still had claws. He doesn't. All he manages to do is leave gummy black trails from broken fingertips.

He looks back at her, panting and sputtering.] We'll stay here. The cast-offs. Those shells. Where we belong. And you'll all go off - I hope he knows it isn't going to matter. Of course he knows. Doesn't matter which of us came first. It's all lies. A joke. A waste.