[ Well enough that he doesn't know what keeps her paralyzed or he might tear her in half before she again gets the chance to speak. Her own monster coos and hisses unholy methods. The suggestion roils from the deep where she can feel it in her bones and blood, rushing through her skull—

Heine's remark on the sky cuts through the shadows of her personal torment, and she blinks back towards him and the corner of blue she can spot beyond his draping figure. ]

I—

[ What was it? Something— She can't recall.

Better to focus again on what he had shared. She remembers that. An intimate tale, no matter his casual posturing. ]

I cannot believe such a woman should be allowed to live and further torment other children. [ Were the woman here, Vanessa would have little qualms over hexing her into the grave. ] And if you survive your vengeance? What then?