[ Ah. In a ways he doesn't entirely want to talk about this, but she also knows something about Angel's lack of experiences. And perhaps if she shared her own... ]

It does. [ Silent for a moment to gather her thoughts, flicking the daggers in a sharp repetitive motion. ] Steven told me he had never killed anyone before. The idea hurt him, the loss of something precious. I am not hurt by death.

[ Life is not precious, it is an agony of chaos and brutality. ]

Death is freedom.