[Estelle stands and walks to Sieghart. She doesn't look at her friends' suffering. She can hardly bring herself to think about it. Maybe that's her fault, too. She can hardly keep track of all the suffering she's caused, directly or indirectly.
She takes the man's hand in hers as she gazes into his eyes. It would almost seem like a tender moment, a gesture of compassion... yet no such sentiment can be seen in her empty eyes.
With no emotion whatsoever, she takes one of his fingers, and in a sharp motion, snaps it backward. Then she does the same with the next one. She'll keep going until they're all broken, and then she'll find something else to break.
If someone wants to stop her, they should kill her.]
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She takes the man's hand in hers as she gazes into his eyes. It would almost seem like a tender moment, a gesture of compassion... yet no such sentiment can be seen in her empty eyes.
With no emotion whatsoever, she takes one of his fingers, and in a sharp motion, snaps it backward. Then she does the same with the next one. She'll keep going until they're all broken, and then she'll find something else to break.
If someone wants to stop her, they should kill her.]