K knows that a lot of people would name Freysa with all her smoldering anger and forceful strength, but not K; maybe it's something about his programming, something that makes him more protective of humans because he's a civil replicant and an officer, but it doesn't really matter. Most of the rebellion holds replicants superior over humans, and most of that thinking results in killing. Senseless, useless, pointless killing.

Both exist. Neither has more of a right than the other to exist, and so it's not Freysa he thinks of.

"Ana," he says, gently, eyes lowered. The warmth in his voice is not exactly love, but isn't exactly not; he does love Ana, even though she hurt him more deeply than anyone else could have. He traded his life and everything in it for hers even though she'll never know it, even though no one else will ever know the shared misery that overlapped between them. She will never know how K spent a week imagining possibilities for the first time in his life, and when all of it was dashed out for him, he couldn't bear to do the same to her.

"She's... a memory maker. Among other things."