Elijah gently played Sam down by his sister just before Ruth approached him. He rose a brow and stared at her. Was he surprised? Only slightly that she still tried after seeing his scars. He had to think on how to say what had to be said. He took a deep breath.

"Ruth.. your face doesn't bother me. I think you're a lovely woman, and I mean that. But I also think you're too young for me. I'm thirty. You deserve a nice man your age who will treat you the way you should be treated, and who you have to ignore what his hands look like. I am always your friend, and I will be here for you. But I think you're too young for me. I want better for you. " He didn't want her, but it wasn't her fault in the slightest.

He hugged her slightly. "I am sorry I can't be the man you should have Ruth. I really am." He let go. "You should get some rest..."