What Lila didn’t understand was that I’d choose to be mutilated to death and resurrected twice a day until the planet exploded before seeing her endure a minor paper cut. Did she save my life? No. I saw the dipshit on the roof and had my gun aimed at him. I’d been hoping to extract information from him before killing him. That wasn’t the point, though. The point was that she cared. Cared enough to risk her life. Cared enough to go to the trouble.
