[Photographers are attuned to contrast. V's eyes tighten further as they catch on the dark colors blooming beneath the skin of her hand, the pain of wielding the weapon he gave her written in the starkest of language.]

Lambda... please don't say that. I'm the last person who should be important to anyone.

[How can she look at him with eyes like that, when the heart he offered her was such a monstrous work of sawteeth and chain? Why should she tear another groom to shreds for the husk of a man that he is? V doesn't want this. Not for Lambda, and not for anyone else caught up in these duels.

He brushes the pad of his thumb ever so softly across her cheekbone.]

Next time... maybe you should surrender me. Then no one else will get hurt. You'll be safe.