[He just shakes his head at that, trying to get himself together and stifle his crying before it gets out of hand.]

It's not. If he stalked me for that long and I didn't even know, how am I supposed to think it's over now just because I'm not there? As long as he wants me, it's not over. Not until he's dead. That's why... It doesn't matter if I talk about it or not. I can't stop being afraid of him, while he's still sitting there in my city, with my people, just waiting to get his hands back around my neck...