"(y/n)." His voice quivers unbearably as he runs a hand through his thick curls. "I know I have no right to ask this of you. But please! Please protect her! I know you don't want anymore bloodshed. I truly love Edith as I did you. I know you're in here (y/n)!" Thomas adds the last part with an exclamation when there's no reply.
Dropping to his knees he holds his head in his hands. "I'm sorry (y/n)! I'm so sorry!"
Hidden in the corner of your room, covered completely by bleak darkness you observe the broken man with what you could only call pity.