[For a long time, she stays quiet, watching him - his hands, and his face, and the way he holds himself. And her fingers close and unclose, once... fiddling as she listens, and thinks, and then listens to her own thinking, which for once is fairly clear.]

[Nothing clears her mind like a dangerous situation. Particularly if she isn't the one under the greatest threat.]

[All right then. A steadying breath.]

I'm not trying to argue with you. I just need to know... what I'm dealing with.

It's not that I think you'd just kill everything for no reason. [Not necessarily. The truth is she wasn't - isn't - sure about that.] ...but I think you like to hurt people. Even if you wouldn't do it just to do it, I think you like it, when you do.

And I...

[Her hands turn over, nails digging just slightly into her knees.]

I don't know if I'd say I think you're... flawed exactly. You are what you are. I already knew that... even if I didn't really know what it meant entirely, I knew what it might mean.

And... I don't really want to be your reason for everything. That's... a lot to put on me.

[...]

Do you regret it? For any reason other than... because we ended up here, having this talk?

...did you kill Sakura, too?