*kurapika's raging heartbeat tells her that on some level, he agrees with her -- he doesn't like what he's doing either, but is resolved to it the same way he was his revenge. she sighs, knowing there's no arguing with him when he's like this.*

we don't know if any of us are ever getting home. is it really better to give him false hope than to be honest with him?

*she turns away, drawing the bow of the cello and running her fingers up and down its string.*

i won't tell you what to do; you'll have to decide for yourself. but be warned that he might decide for you.