Slade didn't approach her after that. He just stared at her with his dead, lifeless eyes and kept his hand in his pocket. Why had he come? He couldn't answer that. He was fighting with himself inside. Had he come to hurt her? No, he couldn't do that. He knew he didn't have the fortitude to. He wanted to. He wanted so badly to strangle the life out of her right here, but he knew he couldn't... just like he couldn't bring himself to stab his mother in the kitchen. Had he come to talk to her? Impossible. He didn't care about people anymore... especially not her, whom he already said should fall off the face of the earth and die. So, then... what was Slade doing here, terrifying the poor girl to her bones?
He formed an answer. A quiet, to-the-point answer. "I told you... to tell me your name."