[He looks away from her, brow furrowing. This is still a lot to take in, and truthfully, he's suddenly unsure of just what it is he feels toward her. He's so used to pushing his feelings aside and discarding them -- a carryover from prison. What, after all, did a man resigned to death need with attachments?

And yet...]

I don't want to hurt you... That is the one thing I'm certain of.

[What he isn't certain of is not hurting her means casting his feelings aside as always... Or listening to them, for once.]

Do you truly trust me not to hurt you again, after everything you've already endured?