Beata wanted to approach, but decided not to move – who knows what Metarme might come up with; she clearly wasn't quite right in the head.
– Hey, is everything okay? – she asked.
– When you gut your ex and wrap his intestines around your neck, holding his head in your hands, it's not surprising, – Enio commented dryly.
– But he promised! – Metarme's eyes darted wildly around her companions. – He promised we would always be together! It's not my fault... It's all that bitch's fault...
– Damn, just calm down, you killed her, justice prevailed, and so on.
– No! That's not enough... She deserves a thousand deaths...