Somehow, monsters were that way, and Anne actually appreciated it in a way. Monsters didn't have logic, didn't have the ability to use or blackmail or bribe. Monsters just lashed out with reckless abandon at whatever threatened them. Anne understood monsters better than people, sometimes. Maybe Anne was more like a monster than a person.

When the creature collapses to the ground, Anne breathes a sigh of relief, wiping sweat that she hadn't even realized had collected there from her brow. Watching it twitch, Anne considers stepping on its head and smashing its skull to pieces, but she thinks better of it, decides to just let it be. She turns to face Murphy, breathing as heavily as he is. For a moment she just stares at him, and then she moves over to brush his cheek lightly, just a small affectionate gesture.

"Are you gonna be okay?"