So much information....so many options and decisions and choices and outcomes and possibilities and-Reika hated it. Hated it all. As the boy bent down to plead to her in sparing the woman, the woman herself came up to her and began speaking in strange tones. Her? Was the woman two separate people now? Was it...but how...what? Reika wanted to lash out. To kill these two right here and now and just end all this confusion that made her head hurt so much! And why did it hurt? Death wasn't supposed to hurt you! Death was painless! Death was deliverance! Death was...was...all she had.

"I...don't understand."

Putting her hand down for the second time that day, the Spacequake alarms came to a slow crawl and then eventual end as Reaper canceled out her power. She reared back and violently plunged her black scythe into the ground, dangerously close to the begging boy. Reika looked at them both now, with blank unmoving eyes that did not blink. A constant phrase repeated from her voice that would not be stopped.

"I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand."

There would be no death by Spacequeake on this day. No...no whatever happened next, Reika would end it with her own blade.