[He looks back at her, and for a moment there's no pretense. He doesn't act like he's okay with this.]

A year and a half ago, a werewolf bit my best friend. Since then, I've seen people get bit, people go missing, and an honestly staggering body-count. I've lost people to this. Friends. People who didn't deserve it. And you know what? I'm in. People won't stop dying because I chicken out and go hide under my covers. But maybe if I get stronger, they just might.

...I don't want anyone to die because I was too stupid or clumsy to take care of myself.