[ He glances at the keys as the music changes. At first he thinks that she’s done with the conversation and just wants to play. Then she speaks again and he hesitates, not sure what to say to that. In his world she wouldn’t have been supposed to fight, much less be a weapon. The thought of someone doing that to her, treating her as something that’s not even human, makes his blood boil.

He doesn’t even really react when she tries to change the subject. One of his shoulders lifts up in half a shrug, and that’s all. ]

I didn’t come to dance, I came for you.

[ His head tilts, while dark eyes settle on her. ]

You know that’s stupid. What they wanted from you. I don’t want you to think of yourself like that.

Did they hurt you?