Marjara was insane. The only way a person could possibly trust Amélie that much, especially after what all she'd revealed, was if they were crazy. To put themselves in such clear harm's way boggled Amélie's mind. For a moment, at least, as she raised her head up to look down at the elf.

Fingers slid over warm skin as that hand closed over the bared throat. Palm against and about such a delicate neck, the thrum of Marjara's pulse held her attention as her own body went still, expression smoothing out as the spider peered out. It was seen in her eyes, how logic was making it quite clear what should be done. It would be so easy to snap this pretty little neck like a twig and rid herself of the only thing left that could tether her to the seductive whispers of humanity. Take the life and be free of weakness in this place.

It hung heavily in the air, seen in the utter coldness of Amélie's eyes, for almost too long before a breath was exhaled.

"I am an assassin. I like killing people, but I do not kill for the pleasure it gives me. I deliver death for a reason. Sometimes people need to die," she finally said. "Emotions make a person vulnerable. I do not like being vulnerable. You make me vulnerable." Her hand tightened a fraction about the elf's neck. "I should rid myself of you now since you are so kindly offering."

And then her grip loosened, Amélie removing a shaky hand from Marjara's neck. It dropped to her lap, the sniper's head lowering to hang in something akin to shame. "But I cannot - will not - kill another person I care about. If I have a choice. Today I do."

She swallowed hard, a harsher tone entering her voice. "Do not ever do that again."