"She watched her parents die, right before her eyes... the killer put an arrow in her and left her for dead. She pulled the arrow out, dragged herself to his home and shit it into his chest. The poor girl was no older then you"<br/><br/>She let the story sink in a moment, casually turning a page to write on.<br/><br/>"She murdered him in his sleep, and if she didn't bleed to death... she could have grown up a murderer, or become a thief like her first victim. I brought her here much the same way I brought you here, half dead, alone, and with nothing remaining of her old life"<br/><br/>There was a silence, the only sound that of her wet pen scribbling on the dry paper. "Do you see the difference between you and her? Think hard now... there is one small detail that separates you both"