"Hush, little snowflake." Evian reached over and dropped his hand onto her head, pressing her hair down. He could see her breathing speeding up as she lost herself in thought. "Sometimes there is no 'right' or 'wrong' thing to do. Sometimes the only choice, what's right for you? Or, what is the choice you can live with?" He hummed for a moment. Even telling his story like he did was cutting into him.

And he had left out parts - that the lonely old man had been the father of the rat. He'd been no lost foundling, tricked and taken in. It had been his own father who wielded the knives, the syringes, the tools that haunted Evian's past. That, at least in part, the man old man's experiments, like the one done on her, had been successful. No, she didn't need the added knowledge or the pain that knowledge would bring her.

"Say you hadn't done what you did. You saw him kill another, trying to replicate what happened with you. If you had not stopped him there, permanently, do you honestly think he would have stopped? Or, would he have tried to make promises, tried to cajole you into letting him go? 'I won't do it to another, just let me live' maybe? No. They would have been empty words from meaningless lips, and as soon as your eye was away from him, he would have returned right back to what he had been doing." His own father certainly wouldn't have stopped. Evian knew that much.

"In taking his life sure, you may have saddened his family. But you stopped him from saddening countless other families. Death, killing, is not always the right answer. But it is also not always the wrong answer. If you can't be proud of his blood, be proud of the blood you have stopped from being spilled in the future."