She closed her eyes, her heart still hammering in her chest. "You have to make something right," she said so quietly. she bit her lip, not pulling away, leveling her eyes upon his and facing the man who had just confessed his evil doings to her. She had never been this close to a killer before knowing he was telling her he thought himself a monster, yet would a monster have told her his misdoings to her? How did one move on from something of this nature? "I'm not hurt," she said, at least not like he was asking. Her eyes opened to peer at him and she wasn't sure what else to ask. It was strange, overwhelming. She wanted very much to know what to do.