She peered at him for a long moment, silent and still as a statue. Her mind seemed to be processing what he was telling her. She didn't know what to say or do. Her eyes lowered eventually. Cerise murmured then, "We all have our demons. What are you going to do from here?" She wasn't sure how to feel, it was not hard to fathom how he could, she had seen his temper in action for herself. She couldn't exactly be angry with him for omitting that truth when there were things she had yet to open up about as well. What he said next might determine what she chose to do in the future. "I don't like the thought of the blood on your hands, but... tell me your reasons. Start... from the beginning so I can understand."