[ he nods as well as he can, then falls to his knees when he's freed from assassin's grip. ]

She didn't ask you to do it. She really cared about you, or knew that you did for her.

[ if he could laugh lightly at how it's reasonable that way (even when for anyone else it'd be nonsense), he would. instead he's coughing. ]

That's very much like Maya-san... isn't it. Sympathy for the devil, or an assassin in this case.