"We are all made to serve some purpose." Selene watched in awe as they disappeared. Grabbing his arm she could not resist, her finger pressed lightly against his arm, feeling the metal beneath the surface. "I was made to be a weapon too Logan."
Selene was created by a virus to do nothing but search and destroy. Find them and kill them. She looked around at the dead Lycan bodies. "This, killing these animals, it is what I was created for. Since the year fourteen oh two, this is all I have done."
Every death set who she was in stone. Selene was a weapon. For her it was still hard to see much else when she looked in the mirror. To redefine ones self after so long was an impossibly hard task. Still tracing the invisible line of the blade in his arm she lifted her bright eyes up to meet his face.
"Did you ever consider that perhaps compliments were not given because the wrong eyes were looking and the lips speaking did not know what it was they truly saw?" By the end of her last word her eyes had fallen away from his back to the arm she held in reverence and admired with her eyes.