She chose her next words with care. "I really want to know you. Why are you the way you are? Why did you kill them years ago, your parents? What did they do to you?"
His expression hardened like steel, and he let go of her wrist and removed his hand from her hair. He turned his back to her as he replied,
"Because they deserved it. They loved me too much. I couldn't handle it. I told you that, didn't I? I don't like the way they loved or cared. It's boring… and utterly overwhelming, to the point it became irritating. I killed them for that." His voice was cool, untouched by any emotion.
"How did they love you? Describe it to me," she pressed gently, using a soft, coaxing tone. No matter what, one could not kill someone who cared about them and have no remorse for it. She had a feeling they had done something to earn his resentment that had led to their death.
