"Mmm, problem with society, it doesn't always know who should and shouldn't stay. No one seems to remember anything if there's some ridiculous death; they just want justice for the death, even if the 'victim'," Baba was able to say the word with the quotes understood. "Was some creature who'd end up ruining more lives than one might imagine."
Baba hadn't exactly killed when she was the kindly old lady who aided in stories, but she'd certainly created a victim here or there. She'd been hunted for some of them, maybe that was why she'd joined the Adversary so long ago. Maybe she liked having the power. She did like the power, the ability to control instead of simply guiding.
"I'm sure you haven't, but wouldn't you like to be able to hunt and kill without the rules? Of course, the rules do make life interesting, trying to bend them, trying to make them do what you want rather than what they want." Her fingers softly rubbed at his skin, her head rested on her shoulder. But, she paused, or more tugged on him to pause.
"Wouldn't you like to see what it's like to enjoy the bloodletting without worrying about what may come?" That was the problem, always the problem, the what may come. She wasn't looking up at him; no, her eyes were fixed on a pair of lovers. They were young, but not children. They looked happy; they also seemed to be horny as hell the way they were practically going at it against the wall. "Wouldn't you like to know?"