Ruli shook his head in his hands, feeling his cold nose, the scar across his cheeks and jaw, the tightness in his lips. "No." He muttered into his palms. "There is nothing in me that does not want her gone." Ruli looked up, ever so grateful her face was gone, and it was a Ziadi face that looked at him. A piece of home. A hole in him that Akuma had destroyed. 

Inhaling slowly, he studied her face. "I want her dead." He whispered, not yet willing to explain, to answer. "But I can't promise I will be the one to do it. If there is a part of me that she still..." Possesses. His chest ached again, and Ruli ran his fingers over his cheeks again, feeling the grooves in his skin. He shoved aside her smile, the scent of her cool skin, and remembered the laughter, the pain. All that she'd done with that beautiful smile plastered on her face. 
Kire's Ziadi face stared at him, calm, sturdy. A soldier's face. The rock in the oceanic storm that would rock ships and drown men. Ruli offered her a weak grin. "I am very glad I made you look like Zeke." He said to her. "I miss that look."