Because they were harboring you, unfortunately. Is that how you want to be remembered? Slaughtered like a pig?

[He tilts his head, unaffected by her passion. In fact, his brows pinch with interest as he reaches up to inspect the bruise forming under her jaw. Up close, though his black and chrome armor is tarnished, the shinier accents still reflect her face back at her.]

Or...I suppose you wouldn't be remembered at all, would you?

[There is a sadness there as he voices his observation. His touch is gentle now as he cradles the injury, encouraging her to look up at him.]

It does not have to be that way.