บท 177: The point of no return(switching pov)

I frowned, the questioned slipping from between slight blue-tinged lips, "Stable?"

Even though I was asking, it was merely for asking sake. The answer I had no care to hear. I am too far in this confusing sadness, sorrow, despair and everything dark and deep.

Instead, I questioned myself seeking the answer. Needing to figure it out myself.

Am I? How can I be? After going through so much? 

"Well, I can ask, can I not?"

"En. I killed her, she killed him."