You are utterly absurd.

I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be.

It would be more... prudent for you not to be my friend but I'm tired of trying to stay away from you.

You really should stay away from me.

I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.

I always say too much when I'm talking to you - that's one of the problems.

What if I'm not a superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?

It's healthy to ditch class now and then.

Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?

Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter who your choice was?

Don't be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So... try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?

Distract me, please.

Do I dazzle you?

That color blue looks lovely with your skin.

This is more complicated than I'd planned.

Only you could get into trouble in a town this small. You would have devastated their crime rate statistics for a decade, you know.

Your number was up the first time I met you.

It was very... hard - you can't imagine how hard - for me to simply take you away, and leave them... alive.

I'd rather know what you're thinking - even if what you're thinking is insane.

Don't you want to know if I drink blood?

It makes me... anxious... to be away from you.

I don't want to hear that you feel that way.

It's wrong. It's not safe. I'm dangerous.

"I always tell you what I'm really thinking." "You edit" "Not very much." "Enough to drive me insane."

Hadn't you noticed? I'm breaking all the rules now.

I suppose you could say yes to the first... if you don't mind - it's easier than any other explanation. And as for her other question... well, I'll be listening to hear the answer to that one myself.

I do want to know what you're thinking - everything. I just wish... that you wouldn't be thinking some things.

Do you truly believe that you care more for me than I do for you?

Trust me just this once - you are the opposite of ordinary.

If leaving is the right thing to do, then I'll hurt myself to keep from hurting you, to keep you safe.

Keeping you safe is beginning to feel like a full-time occupation that requires my constant presence.

You need a healthy dose of fear. Nothing could be more beneficial for you.

They don't understand why I can't leave you alone.

I told you - you don't see yourself clearly at all. You're not like anyone I've ever known. You fascinate me.

People are predictable. But you... you never do what I expect. You always take me by surprise.

It's too easy to be myself with you.

I swear not to hurt you.

That is something to be afraid of, indeed. Wanting to be with me. That's really not in your best interest. I should leave now. But I don't know if I can. I'm essentially a selfish creature. I crave your company too much to do what I should.

You are exactly my brand of heroin.

In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each back, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow...

In the pure air of the mountains it was hard to believe you were so irresistible. I convinced myself it was weak to run away. I'd dealt with temptation before, not of this magnitude, not even close, but I was strong. Who were you, an insignificant little girl to chase me from the place I wanted to be? So I came back...

It was unquestionably a complication that I couldn't simply read your thoughts to know what your reaction was to me. I wasn't used to having to go to such circuitous measures, listening to your words in Jessica's mind... her mind isn't very original, and it was annoying to have to stoop to that. And then I couldn't know if you really meant what you said. It was all extremely irritating.

I wanted you to forget my behavior that first day, if possible, so I tried to talk with you like I would with any person. I was eager actually, hoping to decipher some of your thoughts. But you were too interesting, I found myself caught up in your expressions...

Of course, then you were nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment - because if I hadn't saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don't think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, 'Not her.'