Je n'en peux plus, c'est trop vraiment trop. Peut-être que ses efforts pour me sauver paieront, qui sait ?

I wanted to escape. I wanted to live for once. I never in my life would've wanted this. Why couldn't I have just stopped while I was sane? No one could answer me because no one knew how. Everywhere I looked I saw the pity in everyone's eyes. I was an angel and I didn't know how to protect anyone. I didn't even have anyone to protect me anymore. I was sick of being thought of like I had to do something good for everyone or I was wrong. I hated the word angel. People who seem so perfect, yet weren't. No matter how hard I tired, I never could get anyone to understand. And now... I'm not an angel.

You had to do something, you couldn't allow what was happening to continue. So when you run away to a city that was completely unfamiliar, you meet someone that once he learns who you are, could turn dangerous. For both you and him.