I loved him when I killed him.

[Could you call what Melody had felt love? She'd certainly done so, but it wasn't a healthy sort of love. More an obsession. But certainly she'd understood the part of what she felt that was love when she'd saved him... and killed him again. Sort of.]

I didn't strictly have a choice then, and he's more than capable of getting himself killed without my help so I got out of that business.