Ginia watches him work his way over, remaining seated though her legs brace in case she needs to leap to catch him. She holds his hand as he takes it, though it flies from his grasp as she signs, "I don't know who I am!"

A heavy sigh escapes, anger, confusion, loss felt as she wrangles her feelings back together. There's nothing wrong with how she feels, she doesn't take them back, but she needs a calmer mind. The truth in his statement is not unknown either. She is not a single-minded assassin. That much is clear.

"I know I can do good. Be good. Bring happiness to others. I know I have plenty of admirable attributes." He hands shake a little as she repeats the truth others know about her, what she's trying to remember about herself.

"But I've killed people here because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. The right thing to do. Hurt countless others without a second thought. I wouldn't hesitate to protect you or anyone else here. Violence is in my nature, as much as I wish it wasn't."