"Look, just because I didn't kill you, that doesn't translate toβ" But Cole cut himself off with a sigh as she started touching him again. Everywhere she touched made his skin crawl. Sasha had a relationship with Kessler, not him. She let her Reapers kick his ass over and over and over again, and she fought him with every intention of killing him while they were underneath Empire City. Then she turns, gets tortured by Kessler, gets caught by Moya, and saves him. What the hell was this woman playing at?
Obviously any and all sanity had been sucked from her a long time ago. And yet⦠she looked different. Finally getting beyond his intense hatred over the fact that he was here, Cole finally noticed how Sasha looked. Her hair was growing back. Huh. Maybe all that torture and stress from having that tar drained from her over and over and over again just stressed her out so much that it fell out. Hopefully this meant that she hadn't been making more reapers and was just living for a change.
Eyes having looked to her hair for a moment, they met her own when she spoke up again. His frown grew more severe as he took hold of her hands harshly and pushed them away from him. "I know all I need to know, Sasha. About you and Kessler. It's got nothing to do with me. Never has, never will. I am not him." And he never would be. Ever.