We're A Bit Sensitive To Blood Around

I Didn't Want To Be The Monster! I Didn't Want To Kill This Room Full Of Harmless Children! I Didn't Want To Lose Everything I'd Gained In A Lifetime Of Sacrifice And Denial!

But If You Ever Bring Her Back Damaged Again - And I Don't Care Whose Fault It Is; I Don't Care If She Merely Trips, Or If A Meteor Falls Out Of The Sky And Hits Her In The Head - If You Return Her To Me In Less Than The Perfect Condition That I Left Her In, You Will Be Running With Three Legs. Do You Understand That, Mongrel?

Melanie Still Grieves For Jared," She Stated. I Felt My Head Nod Without Willing The Action. "you Grieve For Him." I Closed My Eyes. "the Dreams Continue?" "every Night," I Mumbled. "tell Me About Then." Her Voice Was Soft, Persuasive. "i Don't Like To Talk About Them." "i Know. Try. It Might Help." "how? How Will It Help To Tell You That I See His Face Every Time I Close My Eyes? That I Wake Up And Cry When He's Not There? That The Memories Are So Strong I Can't Separate Hers From Mine Anymore?

Two Voices Struggled Inside Me. One That Wanted To Be Good And Brave, And One That Told The Good One To Keep Her Mouth Shut.

But... When I Left You, Bella, I Left You Bleeding. Jacob Was The One To Stitch You Back Up Again. That Was Bound To Leave It's Mark - On Both Of You. I'm Not Sure Those Kinds Of Stitches Dissolve On Their Own. I Can't Blame Either Of You For Something I Made Necessary. I May Gain Forgiveness, But That Doesn't Let Me Escape The Consequences.