[That's the whole problem; they tried to mourn people. Caroline didn't want to mourn anyone and there was only one way to make that memory go away.

Violence.]

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

[Her grin returns, eyebrows lifting expectantly.]

Oh really? What are you going to do, then? Try and stop me? Put me out of my misery? You're going to have to, because otherwise- [She steps over to a nearby tree, pulling off one of the low hanging branches for a crude makeshift stake.] -I'll end up putting you out of yours.