"You know what, sis..." Ava looked down at Layena's battered form, buried beneath a slab of concrete that had left half her face deformed.
She lifted her gaze toward the sky, not a trace of remorse in her eyes, as if she hadn't caused this entire mess or beaten Layena half to death moments ago.
"It's not like I hate you or anything," she muttered. "...your face is just too pretty for me to tolerate. And whenever I'm pissed, I feel like ruining it."
Ava looked down at her again, a smirk curling on her lips.
"Well, if you ever feel like blaming someone, blame your dear asshole friend. If not for him, then I might have ignored you. But now..." She extended her claw towards her face before adding, "...suffer."
....
Suffer?
Why was she supposed to suffer?
