His confession was still sawing through her - I am not a protector, or a scholar. She shook her head, as she whirled to keep him in her sight. I am a killer, a sinner, a destroyer of life. She had never met him, and yet he claimed... Of your life. And she remembered the other Leeloo. The one who had disappeared.
"You killed her," she spat. The English with all its bluntness made it brutal in her mouth. Anger coursed through her. A devil reformed, he claimed. A heart of regret. She had not missed how quickly he moved - more quickly than even her lithe abilities allowed. He could destroy her. He had done it before. And yet, he moved away from her, his hands up, trying to keep distance between them.