Dale fumed in anger as he paced the hallway of the house. He wasn't angry with the way she had reacted to him, but he was angry that something could bring such fear to her. He was angry that he has some how become a source of fear to her. She was already suffering enough. She has suffered enough.
He knew believing and accepting things that were beyond human imagination wouldn't be easy, so he didn't blame her. Humans believed that the world was round, and the sky was naturally blue, so how could he blame her?
He had prepared himself for all these, and he was willing to keep all these away from her and dwell powerless on this earth if that would keep her with him. He wouldn't mind embracing complete mortality if that was what she desired. But that wouldn't be possible anymore. She was already in danger, and knowing was the only way he could protect her.
