[ Another day, he might've felt reassured by that. Another day, he might recognize the importance of Elisabeth trying to drag him out of his misery, and give her something back for her efforts, some kind of positive reaction, even if he had to fake it. But now he can't. There's nothing left in him. ]

You shouldn't bother. Not for me. I don't deserve her. I never did.

[ All he ever did was doom her twice, over things that would've been so easy for him to do differently, too self absorbed and distractable and cowardly to be the person she needed. ]

I'll... I'll try to help the rest of you. But I can't. I can't do this anymore.