She's right, he knows she's right. Her motive should matter more, and if he stopped to think, he'd understand whatever it could be. There was a reason she didn't say much about Len, a reason the few bits of information he'd managed to glean turned his stomach in a different way than the photos in her file. Maybe in that light, she hadn't killed anyone who hadn't deserved it. No one who'd be missed, whose impact on the world would've been anything other than another kind of destruction.
The why should matter--but it's the how that's already started to occupy his thoughts. How she managed it. How she stayed sane. How she kept it quiet until the minute she couldn't hide it from him any more.
"There is no why in the things you did," he says, the steel in his voice matching the venom in hers. "Not to that degree. I saw the photos, Alex. I read the file. You staked two sleeping men in the heart. You pulverized your boyfriend's skull."
He watches her, both of them rooted in place for the moment. The bat in her hand, the bag in his. "You'd do it again, wouldn't you. If you could."
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Date: 2020-06-06 09:34 pm (UTC)The why should matter--but it's the how that's already started to occupy his thoughts. How she managed it. How she stayed sane. How she kept it quiet until the minute she couldn't hide it from him any more.
"There is no why in the things you did," he says, the steel in his voice matching the venom in hers. "Not to that degree. I saw the photos, Alex. I read the file. You staked two sleeping men in the heart. You pulverized your boyfriend's skull."
He watches her, both of them rooted in place for the moment. The bat in her hand, the bag in his. "You'd do it again, wouldn't you. If you could."