Anna looked up at him with tears still in her eyes as he spoke to her, telling her how he was not ashamed of her, but ashamed of the girls who had done this to her. He then asked about the teacher who had been on duty. The gym teacher. Where had she been when this was happening. At the time, she hadn't known where the teacher had been. It was only later, after the video was posted up online and they were brought in for questioning did she come to find out the teacher who should have been there to help her had gone off to chat with some of her teacher friends. No one had been there to help her and those girls had so evilly taunted her. 

But still even after all they had done, had they deserved to die? They had caused so much pain toward she and James. Maybe to even more people neither of them knew of. Now that they were dead and gone, they couldn't cause that pain to them or anyone else for that matter. They were gone and it was a good thing they were. As much as the world would probably be a better place without them, it didn't change the fact that SHE had killed them. Had she been upset if they had died in some other way? No, absolutely not. She would have been relieved in a way. But because it was her that had done the deed. Because she found she had it in her to kill a living being. That was what upset her the most.

Carefully wiping the tears from her eyes and looking back at him, she leaned into his touch as he touched her cheek before she moved closer and hugged him. Her face was buried against his neck as she relaxed there, speaking softly to him, "And...and what about when I told you what I did to those people...did it make you love me less?...I mean....I know everything they did to us was unforgivable...but.....had they deserved to die?"

She wondered what the families of those people felt. She could already barely stand it that Vincent was dead now because of her. They had poured that blood on them because of her. If it hadn't been for that, then that bucket wouldn't have landed on his head and he wouldn't be dead. In a way now, it was her fault he was dead. She couldn't help but blame herself for it. Holding herself tighter to him, she kissed him once again before burying her face against the front of his shirt, "I....I just feel so confused.....I don't think I know what to feel anymore."