She jolted a little, at his words, then looked up slowly, directly forward. "Then what are they?" she asked, frowning a little. "If it doesn't matter why you care about me, then you should have no problems with telling me" she said, wanting to know what exactly he was saying. "Is it that you're attracted to me?" she questioned. "That I'm your trophy?" she asked. "That every time people see me, and want me, they'll think of you?" she furthered. "What is it?" she asked, then looked forward.<br/><br/>"I've been told by hundreds they cared about me... They'd take a bullet for me, or stick up for me when people put me down... Only one has ever proved it" she said, then closed her eyes. "If you care so much of my survival, why was it Stiletto that saved me?" she asked, swallowing rocks as she thought back to those moments. "You were just as prepared to watch me suffer the same fate, what changed your mind?" she asked, frowning, trying to understand what his motives were.