[He regrets the words as soon as they're out of his mouth, but only for the hurt he knows he's caused her. Sarah has been nothing but gracious to him - she bailed him out of jail, for fuck's sake, and she doesn't deserve to have his pain thrown at her like this. But his heart is pounding in his ears, and he can almost taste blood in the back of his mouth, sharp and hot as the day he was brought to this place from the jaws of a bus.]

I am dead! I died months ago, on an operating table, with my body in a million pieces, and that should have been it. This place... I'm grateful for it, really, because I got to meet you, and you're the best thing that's happened to me since long before I died. But you have a family. You have people to go home to. Why the hell would you risk your safety for me?