Hope. [And she squeezes him, swaying slightly as though soothing motions and soft words would make anything better.] You have hope left to fear. There's so much good that could be had here. So much room for healing but you are so determined that you're a lost cause, that there is no hope left for you that... the idea that your wrong is just... terrifying.

[She doesn't want to tell him how much of the pain of his history was in those skipped cards. How much clearer that horrible ache is from the cards instead of his cool detached tale.]

You still frighten me. I'm not about to say you don't. But I think I understand better, now.