She doesn't reply. She knows she's not supposed to say anything, that she's not supposed to interrupt him. She doesn't think she could speak anyway.
"I killed 60 Genii."
She's only half-listening. He says something about her dying, him thinking she was dead. She isn't exactly sure. But she doesn't need to feel guilty, she is told- he didn't kill for her. The dead don't need revenge, after all. Vengeance is for the living.
His hand had felt very warm. She can remember it grasping hers, tightly.
She can't feel anything now.