When its finger brushes hers, her hand loosens on the railing and nudges in its direction, as though trying to creep underneath its hand without either of them noticing.

A long sigh, at its question. "I think he's sincere," she says quietly. "I think he does want to save everyone on this ship, and believes he's found the best way to do it. And I think he loves a being who's caused immense suffering, and hasn't stopped causing it, and doesn't intend to."