Veronica didn't understand any of this. She had shot at him, he had stopped the bullets and sent them back at her. It defied all logic. And on top of all that, she didn't die. She coughed the bullets up? "Am I dreaming?" She found herself asking aloud. This could not be reality. People did not have abilities. It was crazy.
A long long time? What exactly did that mean? She was trying to process this all, but it wasn't easy. Everything that had happened from the moment she met this killer made absolutely no sense. She thought that confronting him would be good for her, give her some closure. And now she was more confused than ever before. How could she have just healed like that? She was still covered in blood, but she felt healthier than ever before.
"I don't understand..." She was looking for answers now, not that she thought she would get them. She was staring at him like he had three heads or something. People did not heal instantly from multiple gunshot wounds. She should have been dead, she had felt herself dying... And yet, the three bullets lay on the floor by her right hand. She wasn't sure how to react to any of this. Her plan had been pretty straight forward, but now it was blown to Hell.