I think... It was about getting me back. Like I had pulled away, or left... if they killed my friend, maybe I'd crawl back to them. To Wendy. [Her fingers curl into her dress and then smooth back out, as if even that aggressive action worried her.

She looks up, as if surprised to notice Sharak sitting there, though it was more that she'd been focusing so intently on looking anywhere else that Jennifer hadn't noticed Sharak moving.] I don't think I'm normally like that. Violent, I mean. At least, I would hope not. [Jennifer pauses, a tad frustrated]

I suppose I just don't know, however. With no memory, I don't know. Perhaps I was just like that.