He tilts his head to one side, considering her for a moment.

“You know, getting decapitated made me realize I need to be tougher, sharper, more decisive even when it breaks me to do so. I’m used to being able to solve all my problems by being kind, even when that kindness has thorns.” He pauses and then turns back toward the door. “I’m fucked up over the idea of becoming more like you.”