There's another flash like the one before, even quicker, more sudden, the ringing in the ears happening once more. Though less severe than the time before.

He is, of course, no longer seated where he was. No sign of him or the blood he was dripping.

"I thought this was what you wanted, Ms. Ronsam!" He's behind her now, hands folded behind his back, bent slightly at the waist so his voice is that much closer and abrupt. There's no sign of any of his wounds; no cuts, no blood. Nothing even staining his shirt. "You don't know any peace until you've had a chance to make whatever you blame bleed! You're helpless unless you can enact the most basic of revenge. It's the only way you feel safe, after all. Kill rather than confront. Destroy rather than understand."