Loved by whom? [He doesn't know about other women in Reid's life, but his point still grasps in that direction. They're worlds apart, and he likes to dig at the point that that'll be what separates them in the end.
He knows that sound, a fraction of a second too late into his gloating- his eyes still flash dangerously mad, but pain also shudders through him. He reaches with his bloody hand to smear streaks down her cheek, reaching for what he can of her face.
Why? Why does it matter. He's laughing, it can't be good.]