"Omigod ... I'm sorry." She managed to mumble out between sobs, shaking, pale and clammy. There were scratches on her arms and legs, all superficial ones, much like one might get if they were scratching an itchy spot on their hands. Handles of broken knives were around her, making it pretty clear what had happened. In addition to the larger shards of broken knives, there were filings everywhere, on her, on the floor.

"I ... I just ... I had to feel something. It's like I'm already dead."