"...Yeah," Liz says softly, and her shoulders have sagged a little. "I really want to do this. I don't have a choice in doing this. If there's a chance, any chance, that I could get better control of it, that I wouldn't hurt anybody ever again -- I have to try."

The body count on her conscience is already high enough.

She hesitates a second -- and then she reaches out and touches his elbow, gently. "It's not like I'm trusting him blindly, here. I'm watching him."