The fennec fox winced as she spoke the words regarding the other vampire, watching the way her boyfriend's jaw clenched and his entire posture seemed to grow even more tense. It had been before she'd met him. It had been one night, in an alley, and had been so entirely enticing. Now, along with the night she'd just experienced, those memories were tainted with guilt. She wanted to do anything that she could to take away his pain, to make sure that he loved her, to prevent him from leaving. But he had every right to leave, didn't he? He was awful, she'd treated him poorly, she'd given him every reason to run as far from her as he possibly could. It was that realization that sent the gasping wave of sobs onto the girl, her mewing voice begging for him to stay, to not leave, to love her even though she was worth none of it.

His vocalization that he wouldn't leave hardly stilled the panic within the girl, her mind having so easily fallen right back into the girl she'd been in Yorkshire. She'd hated Beck, and yet every time he'd threatened to leave her she'd been wrought with such an overwhelming panic and sense of worthlessness that she'd always pleaded for him to stay. But this was entirely different. She loved Kato in the overwhelming way that she'd never cared for anyone. If anything, that only amplified the self-loathing she felt towards herself right now. Only increased the worthlessness that tugged at her edges and threatened to make her fray. Her mind was practically lost as he guided her back towards the bed. No, it was merely a continuous loop of 'you should feel terrible' replaying over and over in her mind.

She barely heard the words he offered her, her mind seeming to reject everything he said. How much she meant to him? She shouldn't mean anything to him, she was worthless. She let her eyes flutter shut as he wiped her tears, opening them once more only when he directed her gaze to his. She could hardly focus on his words, at least not until his words were laced with a command to not see the vampire anymore, to not let them drink. "Okay," She said pitifully, her emerald eyes focusing on his further words. No other guys touching her. She was his. And that was how it should be, right? That's how a relationship worked?

"Okay, okay," She whispered, her voice sounding remarkably hoarse. "I won't... no other men... I'm yours." She moved to pull herself into him, her head coming to rest on his chest as she listened to him speak. He loved her - but he shouldn't, couldn't he see how worthless she was? And she was his alone - but couldn't he do better? She didn't respond to his words, she was still fighting off the words that plagued her before his lips found hers, and Edie let herself kiss him back, not fighting as he pulled her in to him.

She was trying - desperately trying - to fight through those thoughts, to appreciate the way he told her he loved her. But she couldn't erase the memory of his anger, of his hurt. No, for now, it was all she could focus on, and she was certainly unraveling. She needed him to pull her back together, but how could he? He didn't know what she'd been through with Beck - she didn't necessarily want him to know - nor did she have the words to explain the dark road her mind seemed to propel herself down. It was only after a moment, when they broke for a breath, that she finally spoke, her voice entirely meek and sounding like the ghost of Edie.

"I don't... blame you if you hate me. I... would hate me..."