WELL I'M NOT, THE KIND TO INSIST.
YOU COULDN'T HAVE MISSED,
WE MUST CO-EXSIST.
SO PLEASE LISTEN TO ME,
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS HUMAN DEBRIS.


Yah love, murder.
Hell, you're the one who asked what the hell was wrong. And sweetie, it ain't like I can turn around and say nothing, eh. That's lying, don't ye know? And I've told ye already--I'm trying to earn me way back to heaven. Or at least, just for a day visit. So ye know, I can tell her I'm sorry. Tell her I'm sorry that she died at age sixteen, sorry that she was stripped off her life, her virtue, and everything she ever held dear to her. And tell her, sweetie, that in case she didn't know already, he was dead. Just like she was; dead. 'Cause, love, there was no way she would meet him in heaven. No way. 'Cause he wasn't just a murderer, sweetie. He was a rapist, a liar, a theif and a brutal murderer. if he got into heaven, then I'd get in with no worry. But I don't think that was the case, sweetie. I reckon even hell was hesitant 'bout opening their doors to that monster, aye. I don't blame them either, really. If I couldn't live with him through my short trip through life, I don't know how there gonna put up with him in eternity. Hell, I feel sorry for the buggars. And I'm pretty sure I'm gonna feel sorry for meself soon--ye know, when I wind up in hell. 'Pose the consequence of killing the man--I'm gonna get stuck with him for the rest of infinity.
See why I'm so desperate to get back in the good books now, sweetie?

I don't think Ri was taking this too good.
Not that I actually specified that I was the murderer--it could be my dad's cousin's step wife's daughter's girlfriend. Or something along those lines. But she seemed to be jumping to conclusions, me darling Ri. She'd frozen under me wing, body held gracefully still, the only body part still working that flying mouth of hers. I reckon, love, there were very few ways to keep that shut. Example one, eh. I mention murder, and she still dares to question it. Better then I'll act, though. I reckon, if someone made a random comment like that, I'd probably laugh. Laugh, 'cause hell, I'm in that same boat. Laugh, 'cause honestly love, don't reckon there was anyone else who would be as stupid as to do the same as me. Darling, I wasn't recommending it to anyone, ye see. Next time ye're holding a knife to a man's throat, I suggest ye drop it. Be a good bloke, I tell ye--somewhere along the line, it'll make sense. And really, I wish I'd dropped it when I'd held that knife, I tell ye now.
Ha. But love, I don't think I'm gonna get the chance to take it back, mm.

Murder?
Shulders were shrugged, as if it was a small little drama in me life. Like it hardly mattered, as if there wasn't any reason to fuss about it. But sweetie; there was. And 'pose love, she had reason to question it, I guess. I'd spent Two years, really, and I still wasn't satisifed with the answers I was giving meself. And sweetie, 'pose if I told little Ri, she wouldn't be able to wrap her pretty head around it. Not that I would tell her--I don't have the right to kill her innocence with tales of murder and hate. She didn't look capable of possessing such emotion. So love, it was best to keep me mouth shut. Not for me own well being, but for hers. Because, darling, I don't wanna break that lovely grip she had on that innocent view of the world. She was still a child really, it seemed. All beautiful and innocent and stuff.
Yahh, I didn't wanna break that.

Reluctantly, anticipating her discomfort, arm was removed off her, body crawling back away from her, giving her her space. You know, just in case she wanted to hit the floor running. 'Cause love, I wasn't gonna make her stay here. I wasn't that sort of man--hell, I was hardly a man. And really, if I was, I was the overly-sensative, dramatic and clueless sort. Ye know, the sort that hardly counted as a man, if ye've hadn't realised that by now. Black, blank eyes found Ri's face, trying to hold eye contact with her. To, in me own way, reassure her. Ye know, make sure she understood that I wasn't gonna pull anything on her. Or gonna start crying, if that's what she was worried about.
"Yah. Something like that. What about ye? Got anything on your mind, ayy? Any past your remincsing on?"