He is smart enough, and fast enough to pick up on what's not being said until she comes out and says it.

"No," he answers immediately, vehemently firm. "No. Nobody is going to kill you."

He stops and crouches to get on her level, standing in front of her with a hand on each arm. His brow is deeply furrowed when he reaches up and strokes her hair, the tenderness coming without thought. It's already done by the time he stops to wonder if anyone has ever been tender with her, if she'd even know why he was doing what he did.

"You're here with me, Sinthia. You're safe," he says, hoping she can let herself believe that. "The war is a whole galaxy behind you now. Your fate is whatever you make it. Johann can't get to you here."

He doesn't know that for sure. He couldn't. But with ever fiber of his being, he'll will it to be so.