He shouldn’t have felt anything, in this frozen moment. Maybe triumph, as the rebel cyborg was barely his match. Except the memory of a kind smile and a shared meal kept edging to the front of his mind. Not all of the warmth from the time was from the fresh bread.
I think I love you.
Because that smile was the best thing he could remember. It made him want to do better. And that made something in his stomach clench, when he thought about how easy it was to throw away everything he’d been told in the labs. To give everything he had based on five minutes of kindness.
I think I love you and I’m terrified.
If he was going to die, he could think of worse feelings than being a little in love.