It's not like that. You have to learn for yourself, or it doesn't mean anything. You imitating someone else's feeling isn't real.

[The entrance to the coven looms, now. But he lingers- his pace slowing, to get that point across. And something else.]

Look. you've told me you're my enemy from the get-go. I'm not saying no, to bonding. But I need to know you better first. It's up to you whether you want to make a life for yourself here, or if you want to keep clinging to something that doesn't matter anymore.