this night is cold, child.
i've made it that way.
cutting away the things that made me a woman,
human.

they'll grow back.
give them time.
but right now i'm a fierce thing.
a rageful thing.
proud and ready
for blood.

blood by the handful,
his blood.
the shouts, the screams.
the end of it all
flashing white as teeth,
as bones.

silly boy.
thinking you could outsmart me.
i'm not a fool.
not for you.
not for anything.
not ever again.
this hardened, stone-dark heart
has served its purpose.