Elliot found herself blushing when he said he still loved her. Although, she was sure he didn't really love her but the person she was, the person she wanted to be. She bit her lip, "But you don't love the person they made me... The one that tried to kill you.... With the voice in my head and everything... You don't love that me... just the old one right?"

She looked toward her door, she would understand if he said yes. Why would you love the person they made her. She wasn't like her old self, she was sure. That was why that woman had pointed the gun at her. She pulled her blankets up to her chin, she wouldn't kiss him in the middle of a fight. Nor would she tend to the wounded. She didn't think she had that instinct in her. She returned her eyes to him, "I know you don't... you never kissed me back... That's what people in love do, right? They kiss each other back."