Angry, Irritated, Heartbroken
Rebecca: I hate you. You have taken everything from me. You killed my family. Took my children. You left me in a pile of my own blood. I trusted you, but you made my life a living hell. I am going to kill you. Slowly. Painfully. And I am going to enjoy every minute of it. I want to hear you scream. And then I am going to leave you in a pile of your own blood. So that you can rot in hell. Monster.