[She stood up. That...made sense to her. She hadn't wanted to kill. Vague memories of a house, of a woman protecting a child. Screams. She shook her head.]
...Masters aren't food. [She closes her eyes.] Humans aren't food. [Then she opens them again.]
no subject
...Masters aren't food. [She closes her eyes.] Humans aren't food. [Then she opens them again.]
I won't do it again.