[ Petting through his hair, she quietly shushes him. Though she should be emotionally deplenished, this seems to open an entirely new vein for her.

Damn it all. She had explicitly asked him if he wished to part ways, she gave him his chance-- but she still feels a pang in her chest. It's a bizarre sensation, surely. Not once had she batted an eye over the women she murdered, and she gutted her lover before she would allow her weakness... but now, William cries in her arms, and she feels undone.

She felt less at war with herself when she stared down death for the first time. ]

I chose to jump from the cliffs of Beachy Head. The impact of the water crippled me, and the coldness of the water pierced my skin like knives. My lungs ached the most, smothered with water...

[ A shaky breath, as she scoffs at herself. ]

This is far more torturous...