[ He doesn't need to hear her say that she doesn't believe him; he can see that she has reservations. It's not a lack of belief in him, although the darker parts of his mind are trying to convince him that she has no faith in him, no confidence in his ability to handle whatever she tells him. They're trying to drive him away from her, to amplify his doubts and worries by turning them into doubts about the strength of their relationship.

I won't let that happen. We've gone through too much to just give up now. I can't give up, but how can I make her believe me? How can I make her trust me when she has every reason to not trust me? How many times have I hurt her and let her down?

He refuses to let even a shred of doubt show in his eyes. She needs to see that he believes in himself and in his ability to keep it together even in the face of the worst things imaginable. He's lived through those, hasn't he? She has too, which makes them similar, if not the same. ]

Jesse- you were right, and I was wrong for how I went about it. I thought I was doing the right thing, and I thought I knew how I could make the story end.

I- [ He forces himself to keep looking at her, not allowing himself to look down or to the side. He needs to be strong now. ] I hurt you. I put you through hell, and you've already been there. I know I caused you hurt, but now- now I'm here, and I want to help you. Let me share it, Jesse, or carry all of it, if you'll let me. Please.

[ As for her theories, he simply sighs. He doesn't really know anything specific, just relying on suppositions and guesses. ]

Either one of those could be true, really. Was it like the Hiss coming all over again?

[ Insidious. Sneaky. Deceptive. Maybe there's a connection between the Hiss and the Fog. The Dark Presence too. They do seem to operate in similar ways. ]

If that happened, I'd just wait for you, as long as it took. I'd wait forever if I had to.