Not wishing to turn this into a debate, Krys avoids an immediate rebuttal of Jane's sprint in the wrong direction. This is emotion, not logic, and it's good the woman is feeling. She's been running on logic for too long, her emotions clearly tampered with by her handlers for no altruistic reason, and convinced she should avoid any potential feelings like the plague. Obviously this isn't her norm. So Krys lets her vent, lets her run down a depressing hallway of self-doubt; it's not their place to argue the other woman out of it.
Besides, that never works; it just makes things worse.
No, Jane is going to need to find a pathway herself. Krys has no idea what path that might be; however, they might push a little to get Jane moving in the right direction....
Slowly Krys settles themselves down before Jane, crossing their legs. This puts them lower; the other woman is considerably taller in form. "Jane...I don't know what these handlers have done to you, but you have an exaggerated idea of your own importance." It's said with a smile, and a soft tone rather than a cutting or criticizing one - it's meant to get attention, not to wound. Krys huffs out a breath, considering. "Perfection? Jane, just look at the universe. Nothing is perfect, nothing. Constantly reaching for perfection brings nothing but that pain, because perfection is unattainable." Start with the basics, Krys considers; get to the deepest pain at the end. "And people who teach that you have to be perfect, people who demand and expect perfection from you...they're abusers. They're controlling through expectations, Jane. They're making you demand the same from yourself, with predictable results: if you fail, when you fail, you're somehow wrong, or bad, or whatever, and need them to help you continue to strive for perfection. But Jane...they're not perfect either. And nobody can ever be perfect."
They close their eyes for a long moment. "'Perfection' is the enemy of 'good'. I think it's a good idea to stop trying for the impossible - it sets up a goal that cannot be achieved."
Their eyes snap open. "And responsible? For what Nekro did?" They shake their head. "This is what this instilled demand for perfection leads to...Jane, Nekro did that. You had no say in your 'creation'. That's not your responsibility. You had no say in how Nekro reacted to your change. Nekro made their own choices, Nekro chose to kill, Nekro chose to destroy your facility, the one to blame is Nekro. Not you. Never you. Jane, you are a victim, here. You were created, you were controlled, you were abused, and when Nekro got annoyed that you hadn't turned out to be a perfect little puppet, Nekro chose to force you to kill everything you knew. This is the most vicious abuse, Jane, and you - you - are the victim."
Assuming Jane allows it, Krys reaches out and takes both of her hands, squeezing the fingers lightly - not trapping, but holding. "That doesn't make you weak. It doesn't become a label to define what you are. It just is. Look at this from outside, Jane. If it were anyone else - if it were not you - what would you say about a woman, taken against their will, physically altered against their will, their emotions controlled and suppressed, programmed to do something they never wished to do, any variance wiped away, and then, when that woman didn't perform absolutely to unrealistic expectations, they were forced to kill - against their will - everything they had come to know? Even the one person they spoke of by name, the one person about whom they cared?" That this Duke was equally culpable - he had, after all, been part of this facility, had trained Jane to be what she has become - has no bearing now; Jane held an emotional connection to him, and Nekro used her to severe that link. Permanently. "What would you name this? Would it be the woman's fault? Or the fault of the people, and the one who controlled them?"
They catch the assassin's eyes, hold them. "Do you not deserve the same consideration as that? You do." Then Krys slowly shakes their head. "This is not yours to carry. The pain will be. The pain of this loss will always be yours to carry. But the responsibility? Place that where it belongs." Their unfocused eyes sharpen, through unshed tears, and for an instant heat enters their tone. "On Nekro."
"He did this. Not you."
"He did this to you."
Releasing one of Jane's hands, assuming the other woman allowed the contact, Krys wipes their eyes. "Is it a surprise you're emotional about this? There's no blame in that. But emotions...I can't tell you whether having emotions is good or bad, Jane. That's a decision most beings don't get; either they have them or they don't. But I would say that it seems they're natural to you, to - if your vision is correct - who you have been in the past. And if they are natural..." They wave their free hand in the air, indicating Jane, Kinu, Trevor, Krys themselves. "For those of us with emotions, they can be drivers. No, we don't always make the most perfect choices because of those emotions, but with them, we experience our lives in a different fashion. It might be worthwhile to explore those emotions, before deciding to try to cut them out...especially since they keep creeping back in, despite everything your handlers have tried, despite everything you have tried." Their smile holds a legacy of sorrow. "Even the pain. Pain can tell us what's important."
Their fingers squeeze for a moment on those of Jane. "I'm not surprised you blotted out your memories. You wouldn't be the first to do so - shutting things so painful away, things that must be hidden even from ourselves because if we know them they will destroy us. Shutting them away until it is the correct time to look at them, to experience them again, and learn what to do with that pain. Safely." Krys sighs, wiping their eyes again. "But that pain needs to be dealt with or it will be that toxin of which you speak."