[ she glances up at him, sniffling just a little bit, before wiping her eyes with her sleeve. it's not normal, for her to be this visibly upset. or, at least, it's been a while.

she stares at him, unable to talk for what seems like an eternity. when she finally speaks, her voice is almost toneless. a departure from the tear tracks on her cheeks.]

I--tried to kill him. Him, and all of his friends. After they gave me a home, for like a year. I was a spy.

And he still likes me.