I talk to myself, but I lose arguments.

[BetaFlame]

He just watches her for a minute, then he leans on the table, eyes still on hers. He reaches over to put his hand on her arm, where she is covered by her clothes. "Agnie.. I have to be honest. I don't know how to kill it. You are talking about a monster as old as human history. I am sure there is a way, and I hope to find it one day. But.. right now, I can't. I can't do it with it living inside me, twisting and writhing. Right now, I am still me. I have nightmares, whispers in my head, but I am me."

He looks down at the table for a moment, then looks up at her. "Glenn doesn't trust me. Renea doesn't trust me. Do you?"