M felt more emotional than she cared to admit. Something inside her felt almost defenseless as she saw herself with that Sentinel. Yes, she knew she was doing wrong. But surviving in the wastelands did require a few wrongdoings. Still, the way the Sentinel had cared for her - even though she knew it was probably some directive - made her feel ashamed of herself.<br/><br/>The girl listened as the Sentinel spoke, and took a deep breath when he said what she had done was a capital offense. She shook her head on a negative as he said he intended to release her to the courts.<br/><br/>"I... I can't tell you.  If I do, you will take me back  in. If you do that, they... they will kill me." Following an instinctive impulse, M took one step forward. Her hands held on to the one the Sentinel still had. "Please, don't do this to me. I just wanted a decent life. A life in which nobody hurts you, or tries to sell you as a sex slave, or rapes you. Please, Sentinel, please. I... I will do whatever you require of me. But please, don't. If you take me back in, you will be killing me. So you might as well just do it now. I'm disarmed, I'm still weak... I won't try to fight. Do it."