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Vurto gave a snort. He wanted to call her weak, insist that she should be able to do her job without remorse, but he knew he wouldn't be able to say that with a straight face. Especially not in his current state of mind. He took a pensive sip of his milk. He'd intended on saving it, but being around this girl was making him think less. He felt like he could trust her, open up to her, at least a little. It was a foreign feeling, and it made him nervous.
"I wasn't really thinking when I made my first kill." The words came tumbling out of his mouth, before he could stop them. "I just had this feeling that it was time. She had to die. So...I did it. I have this scythe, and this black hood. I guess I wanted to keep up the image." He shrugged, knowing full well that the purpose behind the cheesy Grim Reaper getup was so he could hide behind it.
"I wasn't really thinking when I made my first kill." The words came tumbling out of his mouth, before he could stop them. "I just had this feeling that it was time. She had to die. So...I did it. I have this scythe, and this black hood. I guess I wanted to keep up the image." He shrugged, knowing full well that the purpose behind the cheesy Grim Reaper getup was so he could hide behind it.