[Jean took a few stumbling steps away from Monika, and turned to watch her, blood running down his knife and coating his palm. It was a sensation he loathed. Human blood coagulated and dried against the skin. It didn't let you forget what you'd done.]
No one's ever taught you right. [There was a tinge of pity in his voice. She definitely was pitiful. It made it hard to convince himself that she was a monster.] You can't force love out of anyone.
[The horror of the room was melting back into the normal Wonderland landscape. It vexed Jean that what had just did may have been the only way to escape. There was never freedom without bloodshed.]
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No one's ever taught you right. [There was a tinge of pity in his voice. She definitely was pitiful. It made it hard to convince himself that she was a monster.] You can't force love out of anyone.
[The horror of the room was melting back into the normal Wonderland landscape. It vexed Jean that what had just did may have been the only way to escape. There was never freedom without bloodshed.]