[Krouse sows doubt into himself better than most. the creature he'd so lovingly allowed to tear at his body and mind had been an obvious insight. the explosion that followed also an insight. quick glance down to Krouse's fingertips on the counter - a stress release, he sees.]

They want you to do what you think is best for yourself, whether for your salvation or your undoing is entirely incidental. [he moves from the island to the counter, cabinet opening for a wine glass. eyes shift to Krouse as he grabs a second, places them on the island.] What makes you think you didn't help her already, as she did you? Without her influence, do you think you'd be standing across from me, having this conversation?

[an unopened bottle of wine that sits on the counter - purely for this reason - is opened, cork unscrewed and popped away as he's done many times before. the wine is poured, an after-dinner special for their chocolate and conversation.]

That depends entirely on perspective.