"I won’t," he agreed, his eyes cold. "You’ll be the one to do it. Intentionally or not.  One day you’ll slip, and he’ll be reminded of what you are. Not human. Not normal. Just like me. And it’s not just with him—it’ll happen to anyone else you choose. He’s soft. Still human. Not equipped to deal with things like this. Do you think he’ll still love you then, when he’s seen the darkest parts of you?"