He won't deny that he's a threat. One that's more in potential than anything else, just at the moment, but he's never denied the truth of what he is. What he could be again, should the situation or circumstance require it. Still, he makes no effort to force that outcome. While he can absolutely spot the remnants of the Cabal's work, the fact that she's even so much as capable of speaking to him is at least a sign that she's aware of herself again.

He knows, too, something of what it's like to come back to oneself and realize the horrors of what one has done. There's nothing he can do to change the fact of what she has done, and very little he can do to change the fact that memory of it will no doubt linger with her for a long while yet. But he understands, and in the cold light of truth, perhaps that's the best he can offer.

"They won't be hurting anyone again. I made sure of that."

He won't say she'll be okay. Not when the odds are that she won't be for a while. But perhaps she'll be able to start putting her life back into some semblance of order, in the village.

"I only wish we'd realized what they were planning sooner."

Before they'd dragged Ashley into their schemes. Before they'd used the Source Blood to draw out not just the echoes of his legacy but vampiric traits besides. Before they'd all but lost her to what she'd become. But the past is the past, and the only thing they can do now is try to move forward while they still have the time.