[The poem is a little surprising, but at the same time, that's just Ryder, able to pull old words up like her mind is a library and she knows the contents inside and out. He listens to it, amused enough by the end to smile. He hears the trick to it. But at the same time...]

Isn't that... human...? To want to... be near...? Wanting just... to want... not to hurt...

[He wants to hurt. But he also wants this. He doesn't know where that puts him, what it makes him.]

You are... those things... by the way... Except maybe... graceful...