That's all. She turns her back on me and walks away. She doesn't even glance back. I don't think she's being cold. Just...there are no words to say to someone that you've killed. Though her back is to me now, I know she hasn't forgotten about me. In fact, it's the exact opposite. She's willing to be weighted down with the lives she's taken away. That slim, strong back is shouldering such a burden. I can think of nothing more appropriate to see right now