If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead. ( oh look, her human brain can still logic. was she wrong, though? he came to a dark alleyway alone. if she had wanted, she could have easily finished it.

but she's not here to teach him a lesson.

she holds out her hand, turns it over, studies it. she curls her fingers. the hand that John already fixed once, the one that was rigid. it moves smoothly. ) I think I'm human.

I don't know how, but I don't feel like me anymore. I think I feel... human. If this is what being human feels like.