Were the hints keeping me involved in your life, or coming to save me from trouble? Because I look back and just see a lonely, desperate man clinging hold of hope that he's still human beneath all the blood and murder.

[She at least has the decency to go back to barely elevated whispers at the end there, not about to let anyone except him hear that part. She may be mad at him, but she's still protective. No matter what happens, she will always want to keep Frank safe. Even if she wants to slap him and walk away.]