Love, that's an interesting concept. Of all the human emotions that I fake, love is the hardest. When it comes to family, I have to admit a fondness for my foster sister. But when it comes to love, to lust, I find myself... unsure. Whenever it came to sex, it usually ruined any sort of faked relationship I would have with anyone. It was over shortly afterwards, as they would see how empty I am, how there really wasn't any sort of feeling for them.
Somehow, Rita is different than those previous relationships. I wouldn't insult her intelligence, say she just can't see the emptiness. It scares me that she might see something in me. Something real, some actual human emotion for her.