"The singing Neopets, huh?" She looks back at the body and then remembers oh, yeah. Kids generally take death a little harder than adults. Just like that, memories come flooding back, of opening her eyes to the blasted house where she killed her parents when she was only a little younger than Damian, here.

It's an inconvenient memory, so she shoves it out of mind with so much mental force that a tiny grunt escapes her lungs.

"I'm sorry. Not sure getting turned into a human s'more is a ton better though, honestly."