She made no excuses for her behaviour, but death was a normal part of her involvement with anything. Where she went, death tended to follow in swift succession, and she had no problem with that either. It was the life that she had lived and was used to, but of course it had all changed once Clare had forced herself into her life.

"A human consciousness is all I have left," she murmured softly, still shaded by her hair. With Clare, she had found a reason to keep on living, and that change had been good enough for her. For the first time in her life where it was filled with constant betrayals, she had been truly happy.

"The rule is iron-clad. Warriors like myself gathered to cut off my head, but I refused because of the one I had taken in. So, the Organization sent a hunting party after me, and one of them became a monster..." she murmured softly, not about to explain what that meant. "She would have killed me and then moved to Clare... so she's as good as dead."