[It's selfish, and he can practically feel the angry brand of the secret slip burning him for it, for what he knows because of it, but it's... wrong. It has to be.

He lets her take his hands.]

I'm not, Anna... I knew I could trust you.

[He squeezes her hands, more trying to make himself feel better than her.]

But I can't... I can't go back there. After all this, a-and still have them want me to...