Alexa stood there for a moment, staring at the kneeling, trembling, bloodied man. A blur where there had once been an eye ran down his cheek, staining the floor with a red puddle. His breathing was irregular, wheezing, almost like that of a wounded animal.
She advanced slowly, her footsteps echoing in the silent cellar like the bells of a funeral.
Vergil took a step back, silently giving way - it was hers now.
"Do you remember what you did, Alex?" Alexa's voice came out low but firm. She stopped in front of him, and he tried to raise his head, but he no longer had the strength. "I remember. Every touch. Every word. Every dead friend... every time I cried in fear of going to sleep because of what you did."
