"If you insist," Edward said, swallowing his worry as they reached the inn.
"We both have things about each other that we need to understand," Edward replied. "I'm willing to try my best to understand everything I can... and Carl can do something about that for you, to help it heal," he added, nodding toward her hand.
"You do whatever you need," Edward said, trying to smile. He put his arm around her again and started back toward the inn.
"So do I," Edward sighed, and leaned down to kiss her.
"We'll figure it out, I promise," Edward sighed, tightening his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. "The world will seem better once he's gone. You know... I've been thinking about something..." He faded off, putting a hand under her chin to look into her eyes. "After John is dead, you'll be different person physically as well as mentally. I can't tell you how, but you will, trust me. At that point, I think all the werewolf venom will be forced out of your system, whether it likes it or not. It just has to work that way."
"You won't be here tomorrow night," Edward replied, taking a step toward her. "You'll be somewhere where you can't hurt anyone, even yourself. If you're so worried about killing, then listen to Lestat and let him take you somewhere safe! You won't have to make a decision involving someone else's life."
"You're kidding me," Edward sighed, almost under his breath. He put Van Helsing's gun back in his belt and ran a hand through his hair. "You don't understand, do you?" he began, turning to look at her. "People like him don't deserve to live! He'll take lives that shouldn't be taken; it has nothing to do with being a monster! God, you just... you don't understand."
"Don't let him go," Edward snapped at Hannah, his eyes not leaving Jake. "He'll just come back, as soon as tomorrow night, Hannah. Do it or I will!"
Do something! Edward screamed in his head. I can't shoot... if I get near either, they'll tear me apart. You can do something, now help!
"Hannah!" Edward growled, pulling Van Helsing's gun from his pocket. Lestat, stop him!
Edward felt a slight stab of jealousy, amplified by the closeness of the moon, but he shook it off. "I understand," he tried instead. "He says there are places, safe places that can protect you tomorrow. I can ask him not to... to bother you like before. He'll listen to me, I think."
"I'm sorry," Edward murmured. "But I don't think there's much we can do for now. He has to be trusted, and I believe you can have the strength to do that, at least until John is dead."
"What are you worried about, then, dear?" Edward asked, looking down at her as they walked. "Tell me."
"If it means saving lives and keeping people out of danger and all that, you may have to go near him... he won't hurt you, if that's what you're worried about," Edward added.
"It's going to be fine," Edward insisted, tightening his grip around her shoulders. "I need to ask Lestat if he has some solution... he has to know something we can do to help you."
"Okay, let's go," Edward said, starting down the stairs. "Tomorrow night is going to be hard..." he started suddenly.
"Of course," Edward smiled, putting an arm around her shoulder. "Anywhere in particular?"
"I thought you'd be upset," Edward murmured. "I guess I should have taken the chance earlier, huh?"
"Thank you," Edward smiled. "That means a lot ot me, you know."
"I'm sorry," Edward began suddenly. "I'm sorry for not been able to tell you more. John could get into your mind and... then we'd all be at a loss. Do you understand?"
