Valdis hums, eyes closing for a moment, breathing everything in and letting it settle.

Death. So much of it. Both by his hand and order. Guilt. Buried very deep but still there. A soul burdened with emotions, bandaged with humor and joy and the belief that it is evil.

Her eyes open. The irises bright scarlet.

"You are indeed a monster. But not all monsters are evil."

She shakes her head, the red clearing back into a deep green

"Anyway, I'm not here to be a therapist or help people process their emotions. And I am starved for food that is not sweets."