Флафф?
She stalked through the abandoned halls of the Citadel toward the nearest exit she could remember, willing herself to slow enough to keep from knocking him off of his feet, with nearly half his weight resting on her shoulders and leaning against her side.
Damn him.
He'd given her back both of her fathers, only for her to witness both of their deaths.
He'd betrayed her, and then confessed his crimes and come to her in penitence, offering his assistance.
He'd had so many chances to leave her behind – so many times when leaving her behind would have made more strategic sense, would have given him a better chance of survival. Yet he came back for her again and again.
Even here, on the tower.
He fell. And still he came back.
Сложновато их писать, полагаю. Над фильмом-то проделана ювелирная работа.