I know you won't kill me. It's a matter of trust.

[ rather than he can't, he won't. he still could. prove her wrong, end her life before she can react, it'd be easy anywhere there's not a person to be found if he really cared.

but he hasn't, and she doesn't think he will. she's offered herself up on a silver platter going on twice now -- taking him out where there wasn't a soul, even with the new knowledge of her lies of omission and who she really was, and in the future should she ever need a quick hand to suppress a high threat page.

... so it's simply that. ]

You haven't had anyone who could look you in the eyes, Mr. Gaze? There's no way you were born a scary wrinkled old man.