Alex just whimpered softly, the tears still on her face before she just rested the hand she was holding against Simon's chest. Without thinking about the blood on her hands, Alex just buried her face in them for a moment, as if doing so would bring all of this back to a time when it wasn't so out of control.

"He tried to save me, Richard. He tried to stop me from getting deeper into this in his own way. I think he thought that I would run when he told me. Maybe I should have." Alex just sniffled for a moment before she pulled her hands down.

"Is she dead? Did Simon's death at least do that? And what about the demon inside of him that he was fighting?"