"No, you don't get it!" She whirled to face him. "It matters to me, T. What you would have done if people weren't being controlled, who you really are as a person, it matters to me!" She ran her hands through her hair as well, frustration making her fingers tighten in the silken blond strands. "You're the only person I can trust, but I don't think I can trust you, all at the same time. I don't know who you are anymore, what you've done, how many people you've- killed. And I know you've killed people before, you told me so, you told me you had blood on your hands. Did you kill them to find your own freedom? Or-"
She shook her head, biting her lip hard because she was unable to continue that line of thought. "So what, I join those people who attacked you... and then what happens when they go after you again, when you and I are facing off on opposite sides? Then what am I supposed to do? I could never kill you, so what, do I watch while the people who I'm fighting with try and do it themselves? Or would you kill me to save yourself? To- to find your own freedom?" She groaned, unable to find the right words for why she was so frustrated. Groping about in the confusion that was her mind, she finally said, "I don't want to be on the opposite side from you, T."