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A shiver ran down her spine when she listened to his tale. Of course they did not deserve it. Nobody — nobody deserved to get ripped apart like this, into pieces, slowly bleeding out. Elsa remembered the pain of losing her beautiful legs very well; long enough she had to suffer from terrible phantom limb pain. When they stole her limbs from her, she did not receive the relieve of death. But it had happened, he did kill those girls, and it was the past. She had done many things she was not proud of as well — and still, he loved her.

When she felt the tight grip around her wrists, Elsa gasped in shock and tried to pull back her hands. She widened her eyes as she returned his piercing stare, quickly backing away. “Edward!” , she urged him, her voice louder than expected as it shook, “Let go of me — let go!”

His eyes widened and he released her hands in an instant, obeying her entirely. She had not answered him, and in that he knew he had reason to fear. Perhaps she could not say the words. He withdrew his hands to himself, folding them anxiously in his lap. And so, he continued.

“I afforded them small mercy,” he spoke, so softly. “I cut their throats first, left to right, so their death was quick and gentle. They did not endure the monster that took them apart like a watchmaker.” He turned his head away from her, unable to look at her. Unable to bear the shame. “After the last… I decided enough was enough. I drank a bottle of laudanum, knowing no man could survive that much. Apparently… I was no common man. I did not die. More’s the pity.”

Small tears glistened in the blonde’s hazel eyes. Every single phrase of his made it worse. She did not want this. She did not want to hear how they died – or, more important, how he, her love, wanted to die. The image of him slitting the young girl’s throats quickly burned inside her head and she knew that there was no way to get it out. But still, she loved him, oh, how much she loved him; there was no single moment of doubt. Even though, Elsa did not know what to say. She wanted to find the right words, but was unable to think of any.

Lightly, she rubbed her wrists as he pulled back and stood up. She could not just sit there and let this – this image destroy all the beautiful memories she shared with him. The blonde gazed down at the floor and absentmindedly rubbed her upper arms, seeking comfort and warmth at this moment. She was not afraid, how could she? "I do not change my mind,” she eventually told, “You’re not a monster. And I know that … I know that you didn’t want to do those things. But I don’t know what to say. I don’t. I can’t…”