She was flustered that she had misinterpreted what he said so badly. Her hands came to cover her face and she stammered in embarrassment briefly before settling back into the conversation.

"I...I know it did. And it hurts so many more people than me. I didn't really want to believe that for a while, but it..."

Her hands fell from her face to her lap, and she settled into the routine of topping off both of their drinks. Diva was the hostess, gracious and lady-like, just as she had been taught. It contrasted greatly against the nature of their conversation.

"I don't know a lot of their names, the people I killed. Ne, but one of them, I'll never forget. Thomas Davis had a wife and a baby girl, and they were both so beautiful. Ne, I know that because after it happened, I saw her. She was yelling and screaming at me, saying things like how she hoped that I suffered and died for what I did, but that wasn't anything I hadn't heard before. It was when she just started crying, right there, like she was hurting so much. I don't think I could forget that if I wanted to. It hurt, to see that. No matter what I did, I'd never really seen anything like that before."