She stared at him, at his pale face in the darkness and the rain. She watched water droplets fall from the ends of his inky hair.
"I was created to protect life," she said, "Until death." For her, it didn't matter if someone was good or bad - they deserved to live. The belief was as deeply seated within her as her genetic sequencing. She could fight off anyone she wanted, but killing... Killing was beyond the pale.
She couldn't believe he'd done it.
And in the same breath as he'd explained why, he also seemed to imply that... "You love me?" she asked, because she needed to hear him say it directly. Love. She didn't know love. She was built to protect. But she'd seen it. She'd wanted it. She thought maybe that's what it had been between them, but she'd never tried to name it. Now she needed him to.