Because I'd never forgive myself if I just ran away. And...

[he's no longer yelling at her, though he's firm in his choice of words, assertive with his grip as he keeps the girl pinned beneath him. amusingly enough, he still wasn't certain as to what he had to do to free her. everything was on a whim by this point. whatever he had to do to snap her out of this, to get her to suppress it and believe in herself and her own identity...]

[he stops then, giving her time to think. he hasn't ceased, in fact his grip on her tightening as his voice softens, almost soothingly so as his body visibly shook]

I think you deserve a chance. I wanna give you that chance.