The blood her blood, everything Azazel had done and she had continued. It had had an effect. It had changed him of course it had, she'd known it would, But he'd begun to relish it, relish the hunt, the kill.
"He didn't care...I guess cause I...told him he didn't have to. Made him see he was better. And he is, he is better."
She didn't know how she could explain herself anymore, didn't know what she could say that would make him look at her like he used to.
"I don't know. I don't know, I just...I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm really truly sorry for that. As for what I deserve...I...know they want revenge, and they're both very skilled at exacting it. Maybe thats whats fair. Its a war and I lost a battle didn't I, so..."