I pass a bandage I took from my storage ring over my neck as Esther watches me finish dressing the wound.
"Evelyn, I realize now I was somewhat rash. Tell me, how much do you know about me... no lies," she says while I look at my hands stained with my own blood, making me shudder.
I truly felt I was going to die, even though I wouldn't have. I always forget that as a puppet, killing me is harder than just suffocating me like that.
'The suffocation was strangely painful...'
"I-I know about your blessing... and your curse... and I-I know you want to k-kill everyone... that's all I know..." I can't reveal everything I know, because I know quite a bit, but those three are the main points.
"Hmmm, I'm satisfied that you never told anyone about my blessing. I don't want others knowing about it..."
"E-Esther, w-why kill everyone? I-It doesn't make sense," I say nervously, afraid she might have another outburst.
"..."
