( You like the dynamics of them both just needing a friend but constantly hurting each other....

Girl I think you need to rearrange your idea of interesting dynamics.

)
Eliana looked up at him confused for a moment, a friend? He thought of her as a friend? She instantly felt bad for having said what she had, but knew there was no taking it back. Her frown deepened as he continued, going on to say he was the one responsible for creating her, not Ryker. She jumped a bit startled when he swept the tables contents onto the floor. She listened to his sobs as he stood there and she recognized the irony of it all. She stood and began to pick up his mess, she had gathered enough information about him to know he probably would hate the mess later on considering how clean he kept his lab. Her anger had defused before she had sat down, she had told him her truth, all that was left for her to feel was empty. Even if he was the one responsible for what she had become he had, briefly done right by her. So she gathered the strewn objects to put back into the first aid kit in an attempt to do right by him, at least once since she had botched her only chance at friendship so royally.
She sighed and looked up at him, "You know the one thing about being broken, its easy to spot other broken things. That's what you and I are, broken things, broken in different ways but broken all the same. It is fitting that two broken things would try to become friends, but even were to broken for that it seems." She gathered up the most of the first aid kit and stood handing it to him. " Your not the villain, even if you are the one who did this to me. Villains care little for those they crush under their boot heels, and you, you care." She said as she turned to leave. She could see herself back to her cell, she had meant it when she said she wouldn't run. She doubted he wanted her around anymore or to talk, all that was left for her was to go sit in her cell, at the books he had brought her and realize she was truly alone now. The one person who had cared enough to try and reach out to her she had just burned the bridge.
(And now I want to give her a hug. )