"Sick? Me? Because I killed that bastard that hurt me?" the Queen shouted at Ning. "You know nothing of the pain I went through. You have no idea what it feels like to sit there, helpless as your body wrecks with pain."
"I still have scars from the times he hit me because I dared to fight struggle. And you want to say I'm sick?" the queen asked.
"What you did to your husband is in fact commendable. Killing that piece of garbage was in fact an easy escape for him. If it were me, I would've tortured him far more than just that," Ning said.
The queen paused. "You… you agree with me? So you do understand my pain," she said.
"However," Ning continued. "Just because you've been hurt before does not give you the right to hurt others."
"You killed the king, I commend you. You killed the prince, you must be punished," Ning said.
"Heh! We'll see about that, you bastard," the queen said.
Ning walked up to her and grabbed the queen on her head.
