[ She can't look at him; that's all she can think for a long while. She can't look at him because he'll see her and think of how awful she is, how horrible, the disgusting thing she had done with her own hands and teeth and claws. They had fought in a war, of course, herself and Remus and the rest of their friends, but nothing could prepare them for this. Surely not. ]

I - Remus, someone came and - and they killed Adela, they hung her in a tree and then came after me, too. Dorian tried to protect me and she stabbed him, he died in my arms, I can still feel it all over me...

[ She chokes back on the rush of tears, her hands gripping at the blanket, unconcerned with what she's doing. She's shaking, her throat tight, but she has to continue. She can't hide this from Remus; not when he's trusted her with so much. ]

I was so angry, she'd hurt innocent people, it's not - I didn't want to do it, I just got so mad and I thought if I transformed then I'd be able to defend myself! But she ran!

[ Anyone that's seen television or read about wild animals knows what happens when you run from a predator; you bare weakness, you show them you're afraid, and they take you down. ]

There was so much blood...