"Muscle memory," I say, wishing that's all I had to deal with. I have no doubt it's hard on her to have to override their instincts like that, but I'd rather have that than this rage inside of him. I don't just remember killing, I want to do it.

"Is that why you help people? To make up for what you've done" I ask, although that's as good as admitting that's why I do it.

"And you think I'm not dangerous?" I ask as I continue to play with her hair almost absently. It's soft and fine and almost feels like silk against my fingers.