That, I understand. That's why I can't have kids, or won't let myself think about it. Why would I give them this...thing inside me, if there's even a half a chance that it's passed on through the blood? I'm not that brave or that cruel.

But I'm glad you have him, and I think you have a lot to offer. Maybe the fact that this place has thrown you together at this incredibly weird point of your lives helps.

God. We are such a mess. It's no wonder the rate of drug abuse and alcoholism is so high here. You'd think a place devoted to Sin would be...happier, somehow. [He gives the most crooked, gutted smile he has.]