[ She heaves a little sigh at his response, and her hand slips away from his head, instead skirting the edge of her hood with her fingers (a little restless tick of hers, it seems). It would be easy to say something like, Everyone deserves to live, Ken--
But how could she say that when she's killed countless people?
She purses her lips, then, searching for an answer. He's right; it's not a real answer. ]
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But how could she say that when she's killed countless people?
She purses her lips, then, searching for an answer. He's right; it's not a real answer. ]
Maybe there isn't one. A real answer, I mean.