"That's why you killed all of those people?! You shouldn't even be alive–! I watched you die!" Finn pushed the words out with contempt through gritted teeth, pressing harder with both blades.
Crow's smile widened at that claim, simply looking up at him with those eyes hollow of humanity, "You watched me survive. Think back to that night. Oh, I know you remember it–I do, too. How could I forget? We had a lot of fun together, didn't we?"
No part of him wanted to indulge the sickening fantasies of the killer, though he couldn't deny that he indeed witnessed something far off from "dying" when it came to Crow's fate. A part of Finn couldn't even muster up rage, it was more confusion and sadness that somebody this twisted could exist.
