Firefly Glen i don't care so why do you

And if I had? She asked him, evergreen eyes filled with something distant as she met his eyes, chin tilting upwards slightly. Indignant? Maybe. She was not surprised he thought of her only as friendly, that he thought of her as weak; the woman's fire was carefully hidden, tucked away so that it would cause no issue when it flared.

If I had killed someone,

Barely a whisper. Nary a blink. She stayed planted in front of him.

would you think differently of me?

Like you expect me to think differently of you?