[ Well, at least the last horrific scene kind of prepared him for this one so even though he can fill the bile rising in his throat, he can somewhat stomach it and focus on what he has to do, his gaze going far too bright with determined desperation, as he tries to approach her. At the same time, he starts targeting those blood bindings that ensnare, trying to infuse them with his own promises, his own hopes for her, concentrating on breaking them down, on morphing them into something less vicious, a necklace, a bracelet, a lasting reminder that he will find a way to never really leave her. ]

Roxy... it doesn't have to be like this.