Greatwater Lake wrapped them in "I don't owe you a damn thing"

He listens to her genuine words, sadly checking off mental boxes as she lists horrible things off. Yup, he’s done that shit. Not all of it he regrets but he revels in the chaos of most of it. He enjoys bloodshed, enjoys the feel of power. Yet, he’s probably more truthful and accepting of his actions than any other in this land. 

Still he looks upon her and nods. His face is soft with a rather sweet expression. He doesn’t want to say it, contemplates lying to the pretty little halfblood. Yet he doesn’t. Why would he? There’s no point in it. So he shakes his head. “I have done many of those things, dear.” He hums just as softly back. “I guess I am a monster then.” His voice shows finality in the statement. 

His bright yellow eyes that rival the sun gaze down to her tenderly, though he has a smile on his face it is just as soft. “I wouldn’t want you to be afraid of me either. You haven’t wronged me, so therefore I have no reason to do any of that to you.” He continues looking upon the smaller as she breaks their previously locked eyes. “If you are I wouldn’t blame you.”