Cleo flinches away from the touch, as he expected. The comfort is, in a way, painful. She wants comfort- She wants to be forgiven. But she doesn't, at the same time. She doesn't believe she deserves it. And her sense of justice won't allow her to be forgiven for doing such great harm.

"Only the first part was a vision." She explains, as if confessing her crimes. "The rest was... I don't know. It was like I was back in August, I... thought I was surrounded by enemies. I don't know what it was, but it wasn't a vision." Cleo is the type who is too invested in physical health, and doesn't understand the mental.

"But whatever the reason, I hurt people. I have caused great harm. And I can't trust myself to not have that happen again..." Her voice wavers. "All I've done since August began is kill."