... You've no need to describe it. We've seen it time and time again, in the darkness of the Backstreets — and I, too, have been at the end of those strings, tugged for the desires of others. They'll get their one a week; that, at least, is guaranteed.

[ she's killed when she was told to in the past, and she won't deny that. what difference was there, really, between that and this? just like she had run her blade through others, she's sure someone, in this instance, certainly will.

just like she had been sure the moment "you must kill" was placed on the table. now... ]

What are your plans in the face of the impending storm, Red Gaze? Will you tell me?