He’s DEAD? NO! He CAN’T be dead! I love him! He is my LIFE! Yet here he lies, in my arms. His beautiful body, torn to shreds. Because of ME!
He only ever tried to help me. Even after he knew the truth about me, he wasn’t afraid of me. But he SHOULD have been. Look what his love has done to him.
He KNEW the moon was full last night, but still he stayed with me. I remember his comforting words, as he locked me in the cage. And how he held my hand through the steel bars. How could he know that I would break through the cage door?
His gun was loaded with silver bullets - why didn’t he use it? Why is it HIM that’s dead, instead of me? Now his death is on my hands!