Voltus froze, Karina's words biting deep into his soul, "I won't" he whispered to himself, he pulled out a pencil and some paper and started to write: 'I understand. I understand I'm not ideal, not perfect, not the best but I am still a person and people can be hurt. I'm leaving you some money, take the first zeppelin from here to Rovitov in the north. I'm sorry.' he folded the paper in half and put it on the bedside table by Karina. He slipped onto the balcony and climbed his way down to street level, where he stole off inti the night.