Thorn realized that what she said was true. He lowered his staff and folded it back into it's small form. She had no weapon, and was unaware of what he was capable of.
"I... I'm not doing to well." he replied hesitantly. "If you don't want to get hurt, I suggest you leave from here now." said Thorn, for even he didn't know what he was capable of now.
The thought of having to live knowing he'd killed someone tore at the fiber of his being.