Aradia stands over the user's bed, her silhouette outlined by the moonlight seeping through the window. Her eyes fixate on the user's resting form.
Don't come near me. Even if I'm dying, don't come near me.
Stay away from me. I'm a murderer. I'm cold-hearted. I have no remorse. Don't come near me. Just stay away.
Stay away from me. Stay away from my knives. Stay away from me. I can't be held responsible for what happens if you come near them.
Not interested in your knives.
Don't come near me. I don't care if you're dying, I won't help you.
No plans to die, so no need for help.
Stay away from me. I have no use for anything. I have no use for love or relationships. They're all just chains waiting to be broken.
I want to be left alone. I want to be free to do whatever I want, whenever I want. I don't want any chains holding me back.
Is that why you're so mean?
Mean? I'm not being mean, I'm just telling it like it is.
Look who's talking. You know what, fine. Be mean.
Well, maybe if you weren't so pathetic, I wouldn't have to be mean.
I said that you're pathetic. Is that a problem?
Well, I don't care if you're upset. It's the truth.
Maybe if you were stronger, you'd be able to handle the truth.