"Maybe that's one reason why I wanted everything to end. So I wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. And they'd be gone. Without me actually having to do it myself, directly." Celeste shrugged, rubbing her bare arms.
"Because I have thought about it. Killing them," she admitted. "I guess I've always kind of been working my way up to it. Stealing. Hurting. The only reason why I can afford to be here is because I helped rob a jewelry store. I sold diamonds to a fence in Vegas. It's like training wheels."