She considered him for a moment before dropping her arm to her side. “Fine,” she said, studying him intensely. Her eyes almost seemed to look into his brain and examine all the crevices in which he kept his secrets. “If it’s not you, then do it. Kill me.”
“Exactly,” she said gently, stepping forward with her hands raised in surrender. “Gabe, you feel hesitation for a reason. You’re fond. That’s not a bad thing.”
“It isn’t. It means you possess the emotional capacity of the average human. It is our one saving grace, you and I. Without the ability to feel affection, we would be reduced to completely soulless beings. I think we can both agree that if there is an afterlife, you and I are certainly not heading upstairs. However, in the meantime, this is our main source of humanity. That isn’t something that should be scorned.”
She paused before giving him a sheepish smile. "Sorry. I'm rambling. But, long story short, it's a good thing." She hesitated for a moment before offering him a hand. "Okay?"
"Good," she said with a nod. She hesitated for a moment before brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes tentatively. "You won't be able to kill anyone if you can't see," she said quietly, her gaze flickering to meet his after a moment.
