Saren looked at Daisy, and backed away from her his eyes glaring into her own. He quickly put his helmet back on, before walking away.
"I'll keep looking for him then," he said.
His hand was balled into a fist, he didn't want that sort of relationship. One that was doomed from the start, they were weapons. Weapons weren't meant to have feelings, he had spent years working over his feelings for Daisy.