[Well, that was quite the information spew. Grell takes the time to listen to the post a few times over, recording in writing what Clove has to say. Interesting data to have, and the thought of games fought by children? Barbaric, but effective at quelling uprisings again if an area thinks their children aren't safe. After taking notes, Grell shuts the second journal.]

Well, it has always been the two of you, always alone so you only had one another. Who is to say you can't find someone else here? Someone who might...better understand your desire and need for bloodshed?

Or is it that the heart simply can't let go of what it knows is no longer what it needs?