Leeloo stood dripping in front of him, trying to make sense of all of it. She wanted to fill her heart with him. She'd wanted all of him, and she'd wanted to give all of herself to him in return. She'd found she'd grown used to his cool touch; even craved it, now.
She forced herself to look at the body on the ground.
"Must you kill?" she asked. It was an honest question, one that mattered almost more than anything else. She didn't know if she could endure him, if he said yes. She didn't know if she could fight him, either, though her programming told her that she must. Protect life. Until death.