Felix didn't know why, but he trusted this woman, this vampire angel who had fallen from the stars in an attempt to give him a second chance. Did he really deserve a second chance? Not really, but he could only wish others would be willing as well. Murderers didn't usually go free though, not in any system, it didn't matter if he was sorry now, he had to figure out somehow that he wouldn't go straight back to Azkaban. There had to be a way. Maybe if him and Sophia could convince enough people in the world that he had changed... that he felt remorse.. a truth serum in front of the world.. maybe they'd believe him.
Felix felt his hope dwindling away, but her words continued, and he could only look at her with sorrow in his eyes. He wasn't himself, he wasn't what he used to be... Felix couldn't help but feel sorrow over the loss of his old life. He had been confident, if in trouble a lot. He had known his place in the world, now he felt like a lost dog, only wanting to find his way home. However, Felix didn't have a home any longer. He knew where his home was.. and it didn't welcome him anymore.
He wanted his Naomi back, but he knew she never would come to him.. so he knew he would never truly feel at peace. He had ruined his life from the start, gone to Azkaban twice, killed countless people, tortured more. How did he deserve to live? How did he deserve to have an angel to guide him.
"How..." he finally said, his hands shaking again. "How am I going to do this..?" His eyes found hers, the fear and pain, and loneliness coming off of him like waves of heat. "Murderers don't get let out of jail just because they feel sorry for what they did. I do not deny what I've done.. but how do I manage to gain acceptance when the law states that I must be put in Azkaban.. Sophia, how can we do this? There is no way... I'll be thrown in jail again.. and these thoughts.."
Felix's face twisted into a series of emotions, before he finally pulled his knees to his chest, put his hands over his head and hid his face, his body shaking. "Sophia.. these thoughts torture me night and day, it's worse then any spell, worse then anything Azkaban could throw at me.. I've felt this for the last two years... this pain.. I try so hard.. but.. there is no hope for me."
His shoulders were shaking, and his age was becoming apparent. He was only twenty-three, he had lived a short life that felt like a long one. He was cruel, and twisted, and deserved no more chances. In fact, he had already wasted the chances he got. "Sophia.. I don't want to die... but there's nothing left for me here."