[She holds her ground in the face of the sudden demonic presence in the girl and, maybe surprisingly, doesn't whip out her knife or react. There's no intent to kill coming off of Anri yet and her blade's not out]
The urge to kill and murder every single person in the world isn't anything new to me. I've felt it everyday, before I was old enough to understand what it was.
But the urge to love confused me. [She admits this readily, her mild puzzlement apparent in her honesty] I can't feel alive, so I can't feel something like love.