<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">The woman smiled again as she listened to his question. "No. They didn't." Him saying it made her wish she had though. She wasn't afraid to admit it. "I wish I had. Life is much more fun to take when you know they've enjoyed it. If a person didn't enjoy life... killing them seems to be too merciful. Which is something I don't truly classify myself as." Again, she spoke of death nonchalantly. As if it were a conversation at the lunch table as it were. She thought about the people she had killed. They begged for their lives, for mercy. Constantly trying to explain to her that they had done nothing, which was true. That's what made her do it. They've done nothing. What matter were they to her? Nothing. Just as they did, they were. She believe they didn't deserve the life they were given or trying to live. They were trapped. Trapped by the rules of society and television lifestyle everyone BELIEVED they should live. Every single one of them were incorrect. So she played God and a very good one at that in her eyes.</span>