<span style="color: #ff00ff">"They were too weak to resist. That makes them weak enough..."</span>she paused when Fanya mentioned Sue. Talked about her like she knew something. She took the last bite of heart, her stomach full, and sucked her bloody fingers clean as she spoke.<span style="color: #ff00ff">"Sue isn't home right now, painted girl. And even if she was, you have no clue what kind of problems she has. Leave her alone."</span>The words were more than half a threat as she wiped her chin on her already bloody arm, smearing the corpses humours and turning on her heel to walk out of the morgue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>