Ezra listened to Marta yell at him, not sure what to say. Each word felt like a knife to gut and his chest only got tighter. He wasn't sure he understood. She was mad at him, but he had just saved her life. Why was that a bad thing. Her screams echoed in his ears along with Atalia's in an endless cycle. The tears had stopped falling and when she finally came back to the room he already expected her words. She was leaving him. There was nothing he could do. She forced him to look at her and but he wasn't sure if the words she was saying were real or fake. Everything began to hurt inside of him and not just because of the injury. He shook his head gently trying to will her to stay with him His eyes became watery once more and he leaned his head forward so that it was resting on her shoulder and began to sob as his arms wrapped tightly around her waist refusing to let her go.

"Don't leave me, Marta. I can't watch you go too. I know I'm a terrible person. I'm the worst man alive, just as bad as Hitler, but you cannot abandon me. I can't carry this weight without you by my side," he was pleading with her now, "Don't do this. Don't leave me. You can hit me or cut me or torture me in any other way but I would not survive if you walked out that door. I did my best. I did what I had to and now..." his words cut off as his body shook even harder and his fingers gripped onto her tighter. 

He pulled away from her ashamed of himself and his actions. Had his parents been here they'd have yelled at him too. Called him a traitor and they never would have let him live it down. He began to slowly detach and his body stopped trembling. His breath was still ragged, but the tears no longer fell. His eyes were hallow like his chest and when he looked at her now he saw and felt nothing. He leaned against the sofa and let his arms fall away. He had no right to have her in the first place or to beg her to stay.

"You can go. I'm sorry. I'll be fine on my own. Forever on my own. I don't need you or help. Go and do what you need to. Runaway from me and this life. I don't blame you for changing your mind. I wouldn't want me either after tonight. I'm a traitor to my people and nothing I do is ever right. I won't be alive long anyway. Find yourself a real man to make you his wife and never think of the moment we shared yesterday. Never think of me again, Marta," Ezra said in a monotone voice that felt and sounded robotic as it came out. He was torn between wanting her to stay and wanting her to leave so he detached himself from the situation all together and decided to feel nothing.