"And if he dies as a martyr and only inspires a dozen copies?" is her answer. "Is the purpose of his death to bring justice to the pain he's caused or to prevent further damage?"

She holds up a hand.

"I don't know. I ask the questions, but I don't know the answers. No one does. Not really."

Then she turns to look at him.

"If you believe that, and I think you do, then I won't tell you not to do what you believe. You have to live what you choose, what you believe. For good or for bad. I won't look down on you for it. I just believe differently."

She pauses then before looking up at him.

"Can you like me given what I believe?"