"When I touched your mind, I saw past all that. I saw the man and the beast at once," Jean said, hurt and concerned that he would react so sharply to her admission. She was only trying to tell him how much she cared about him and how much she didn't care about his past.

She squeezed his hand briefly before letting it go, reached forward to touch his face in a mirror of that first touch.

"Just tell me you don't want me," she said, voice soft and pleading. "If you don't want me, tell me so that I don't have any hope."