[For some reason, that smile isn't reassuring, but maybe it's just because she's feeling kind of wretched. She hates not being good enough, that she can't just figure this out by herself. Someone's coming to her for help, she should be able to help.]
The first, yeah. [She misses Babs so much that it hurts.]
Don't-- [She stops, hands sort of - twitching at her sides, like she wants to curl them into fists but halted the gesture and when she finishes the sentence her voice is raw.] Don't ask me to kill him.
[She doesn't know, if Saul would even ask that of her and she feels like it might be cruel of her to assume he would, but she had to say it.]
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The first, yeah. [She misses Babs so much that it hurts.]
Don't-- [She stops, hands sort of - twitching at her sides, like she wants to curl them into fists but halted the gesture and when she finishes the sentence her voice is raw.] Don't ask me to kill him.
[She doesn't know, if Saul would even ask that of her and she feels like it might be cruel of her to assume he would, but she had to say it.]