[Dammit... It's hard to keep yelling at him when he makes a face like that.

With an odd expression on her face and eyes that are too bright, Rin releases her hold on Luca's shirt, her left arm trembling slightly as she does so. She holds it close to herself.]

You can't think about what you wish had happened instead. [Her voice is gentler now. Not calm, but understanding; not quieter, but... strangely weaker.] You'll only make it more painful for yourself.

Would you be happy if Tarrlok were dead?