"Every time I stop a mugging or something I have to force myself not to kill them," I say, not sure why I'm so comfortable sharing that with her. Maybe because she's so quiet I figure she won't blab it to anyone.

"It would make things easier. Most of them deserve it and I spent most of my life killing so easily it just... It comes natural."

And that's the problem. Not killing is hard work, further proof that I'm a monster. Who goes around constantly struggling to not kill people.

I reach down and run my fingers through her hair, brushing it out of her eyes. For someone who's as good as she is, she looks surprisingly vulnerable. It makes me wish I was better at comforting.

"They're stupid not to look."