There's a very slow nod from Aleron as he considers that. He's all too aware of just how far he'd slid into the poisoning. It's too obvious to deny and too profound to ignore. However, in his lucid moments, he still has his pride and accepting help at this point could be futile. Or a trick. There's always something behind any kindness. Maybe. He's had three full years of sinister whispers hissing dark threats at him, so it's become impossible to sift out genuine concern from the rampant paranoia.

But. There is Bethany to consider. He's aware they've brought him to where she is. He's not at all pleased because he just knows they've lead the Venatori to her and compromised her safety. Still, there is that tiny selfish part of him that just wants to see her one last time before he goes to the Maker. And without a doubt, the way he is now would surely break her heart. She has suffered enough already.

If the Doctor can somehow help him enough to be whole and stable once more, perhaps he can lead his wife away from this place himself. That is the thought that convinces him to make more admission to his state than anything else.

"If you can, I would have you try. My wife... she cannot see me like this." It's not even pride speaking, just a worry that this might finish her off and that idea is something he cannot abide. On a more practical note, those violent outbursts he had seem pretty non-discriminate; for all he knows he could harm her in one and not know it. "Please."