[ She's looking at him squarely in the face when he speaks, and there's some degree of conflict in her eyes because part of her can't believe he's actually telling her to leave, yet part of her completely understands why, and that she would have done the same. She tries for an understanding gaze, but it fails just much in the way that his attempt at a reassuring smile does. It turns into a look that says, please don't make me do this. ]

Peter, please. I can't do that. They'll keep hurting you, and what if Yondu decides one day that you're better off dead? That can't happen--I can't go through that.

[ Her words are a mush and she's less composed than she'd like to be, even if she still manages to keep her voice down, because her mind can't help but pull through the memories of her cradling Keiji in her arms as he bled out, sobbing and refusing to move, and Keiji begging her to leave him, so she could live, with his last breaths.

So, right now? With Peter not being on the verge of death and there being the most remote chance of them getting out of this? She's going to be stubborn as hell because she needs him where she knows he's not being treated like shit, where he's (relatively) safer, and she just--needs him.

It's an inopportune and terrifying moment, nags the small voice in Kasumi's head, to realize she's probably, legitimately in love with this fool. ]