Solomon took three long, deep breaths when her tantrum subsided. The back of his head hurt, stars danced in his eyes, and every time she took in a breath he could feel it up his spine. A few moments passed in silence and the sick feeling of pain settled as she spoke.

"Why?"

He honestly had no clue what she was asking. Between her flightiness, her struggling, and the sharp daggers of pain jolting through the sensitive parts of his brain, it was probably remarkable that he was able to keep himself standing. The curious sensation of his arm across her chest and the hostility radiating from her in waves of molten ... what? Anger? She seemed almost calm, but for the insane struggle she had subjected him to just a few moments ago. He doubted whether it was fear, given that she had murdered people in cold blood and simply stood to watch him while he took in her handiwork. Being unfamiliar with most emotions, having forgotten them for so long a time, it was difficult for him to grasp what she meant.

Why what? What could she possibly be asking him? Why was he restraining her? He thought about that for a moment. He really did have no reason. It had seemed a natural thing to do, when he saw her trying to flee him. He had reached out, he had grabbed her. Stopping someone from leaving was the right thing to do, the response that had been pre-programmed into him by ... by something. He gritted his teeth and put that thought from his head before it could manifest itself more forcefully. Why had he restrained her? He had restrained her because she had murdered a few people and he wanted to know why. That was a good answer, but he felt that it was not even a shade of the truth. It might have been that he was simply interested in making human contact, but that was as much in doubt as the first. Besides which, she was not human.

"I do not know," was the only way he could answer.

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