[He looks at her eyes, his own filled with both frustration and sadness. After a few moment, he takes a sad breath. Then speaks with some grief in his voice]

Your right, I don't really know you. I would like to though. But, if you don't want me around, I'll leave, walk me out or to the well. Your choice my friend.

Even if you don't believe in yourself, I believe you'll make it one day. I just wish I knew how to help you with those walls.