"We're not human. We do things they do, but we're not-" She stared at him. "You've killed thousands of people, and you're in love with me," she said, her voice oddly raw. "How? How does it not consume you? They said-" Her voice cracked. "If I did this, they'd hate me. They'd kill me, because I'd just be a monster, but I'm not-" She's confused and terrified, her arms crossed again so her hands stop."You're not just a monster." And it's got her in knots. "How do you live with it? Knowing you've ended their lives?"