She realized the truth of her visions some time ago. Memories of passengers aboard the ship, mixed with unknown faces. She was only able to discern a few, but she's not the sort to go out of her way to identify everyone. Instead, she lets the memory sit in her mind until they hopefully fade.

Lately, she's been trying to keep it under wraps. But she's never been good at hiding her secrets. Or whenever something was wrong.

"...That person kept hurting himself."

A lot. In many different ways. She doesn't want to say it was him specifically. And really hates using the word kill...

"I tried to tell him to stop, but he wouldn't."