Let him live?

He blinks, and your optical scanners pick up your reflection in his eyes. You were about to kill him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You plant your hand on his chest, and execute a perfect cartwheel over him. He turns around and immediately opens fire, you feel several bullets impact your back, but your bulletproof endoskeleton stops any real damage. You see bright red auxiliary hydraulic fluid flow out from the bullet holes in your skin. You hear more gunshots, and you punch in another door. You close it behind you and lock it, and Then you see her.

She’s encased in red latex. The whirring of servo motors hits your ears as she spins on her heels to face you. She is covered, head to toe, in every body fluid, human or synthetic, imaginable. She looks at you with the most heartbreaking look of terror. “Please,” she says, “Don’t hurt me.”