[The Well? She tilted her head to that, unsure of the reference. The look of pity however is not a welcome look. Her head tipped a bit, questioning, though she spoke]

First of all, there is no 'fixing' people like us. He didn't have to tell me stories to make me help him. Someone shot him four times when all he wanted to do was help. To keep a promise he made that person. He didn't have to make me feel sorry for him. You did that for me.