That voice. That voice that's been haunting her nightmares, her day dreams - that voice that seems to ring in her ears in every silence. Telling his wicked stories over and over, telling her of how she killed her parents, her brother. And now she has to face him in reality.

Calico takes a moment to breathe deep, to try to keep control of herself so that her voice doesn't waver and so that her eyes don't fill with tears. She counts to five silently in her mind, trying her best to stay in control.

"Katurian." There's no respect in her voice, of course. Just hatred. Pure, unadulterated hatred. But she needs to keep herself in check. She can't afford to embarrass herself any more.

"Yeah... death does that to a girl, I've found."