Worse then an argument, Komeada.

[ She puts her head in her hands and take a single deep breath, holds it, exhales. The distance and formality makes this all feel strange.

He's willing to listen, but Sara is struck by the sudden ridiculous fear that Komeada will get angry too. Maybe not at the true depths of her crimes, but at her hypocrisy. The way she always treated him, holding herself like she was better... At least Komeada was crazy, Sara was just a coward.

She looks over at him, narrowing her eyes, sizing him up. If he's going to judge her, maybe its best to just start with the worst, and see how he reacts. If Komeada doesn't care...well then thats gross...and pretty weird but Sara can't care right now. If he does care, then at least she won't have to wait till he drags it out of her. Faking concern just so you'll tell them things...it feels stupid and petty to start believing something like that, but what little of Sara isn't busy being sad and numb is angry. ]

What's there to tell? Should I start when I killed a middle schooler, or when I tried to kill someone last night?