When she tried to slip away, his arm tightened into a choke-hold and he snickered. Respecting the sanctity of life was such an adorable personality flaw.

"Life ain't sacred, you know," he chirped. "Life's wasted on...," he waved his bleeding hand, searching for the right words.

"...The living. It's all pointless."

He tilted his head thoughtfully.

"But listen to me! Nearly explaining the joke!"

With this, his grip tightened, and he started dragging Re-l towards the stained window.

"Everyone on this rock has a sob story. Wanna know mine?"