After Charles Shaw died, she didn't really want to live either; whether she lived or died meant nothing to her.
But Philip Shaw was the murderer of Charles Shaw, and even if she died, she didn't want him to have it easy.
What if she could hurt this man?
He's so powerful, almost omnipotent; no one can hurt him, no one can find a way to hurt him, yet she hoped he would live a long life, enduring agony worse than death.
But she had no means.
In this world, which is more painful: physical pain or emotional pain?
Perhaps both are quite painful.
Anyway, her heart had already died along with her brother's passing, and she hoped Philip Shaw could taste this feeling.
He falls in love with someone, and for a lifetime receives no response, his heart trampled into dust, unable to live or die.
Joyous Shaw watched Philip Shaw press the gun barrel against her forehead.
