"The violence is only when it needs to happen." She pauses, and self-reflects for the briefest of moments. "Or, when I get bored," she admits with a roll of her eyes, mainly because even though she's the one who forced herself to admit it, she doesn't do it lightly.

"It's still pretty good," she decides. "At least you're lovable and stand a chance of some happiness," she points out. "I burned that bridge a long time ago." With the rest of her husk, emptying herself out so she doesn't feel pain.