The click of the revolver snaps her mind back.  The words sting hard and echo in her mind.   She raise up and turn to Walter.   Shaking her head in a pleading no.<br/><br/><em>"Love,  I cannot don't you understand.  'sob' I cannot love,  it would unleash the monster." 'sob'</em>She cries out at you.   Clearly effected by your threatening the others.    As tears roll down her cheeks.   Crying as Honey had cried.  But a deeper shed of tears.  For she bordered on breaking.   You had hit on her weakness.  She is afraid of herself.  Afraid of what she would do.<br/><br/>But then this should sober you up. It should throw fear into you.  For you would realize she is capable of killing everyone aboard the ship, with out a pause.  In a cold blooded fashion.   More then likely with skills that even a harden veteran would not be capable of.  This bitch is a living weapon who has fallen into your hands.  And now here she sits in a water shed of tears with a mind that bordering on being shattered.<br/><br/>Of course this would not happen yet.  You would hope.  But it would, and that would add into the treat of making her yours.<br/>