"Uhh," Now he gets to see her being a little shy. She bobs her head behind the buck's antlers. "The guy I talked about. He said it, and I can't frickin' stop repeating it."

Mixed emotions are, well, mixed. She doesn't want to be like him, but he taught her so much... she wonders if being like him is just... inevitable now. If she has no choice, no chance, but to turn into a murderous monster, a liar, a lonely but ultimately trustworthy provider, a protector.