Leeloo heard his answer and nodded, but didn't say anything more. Her mind was still full of doubt and - for the first time in her life - guilt. The man who'd died was dead because she invited Eric in to her responsibilities. Protect life... She put the edge of her thumb between her teeth and bit down.
He loved her. He loved her. And he said... It seemed as if what he were saying to her was a very significant change for him. Not murdering was a significant change.
Staring at the ground, she paced in a little circle. Water slid from the edges of her elbows in rhythmic drops as she moved. Finally, she stopped, looking up at Bran. But there weren't any answers to be found from him, either. She closed her eyes and tipped her face up to the stars.
"Will you stop?" she asked. It was the final question. He could; he'd said he could. But would he?