She...did her best. [Koby keeps one hand on top of the face-down photo, like he's afraid it'll spring up and bite him.] I wouldn't have -- done something like that to her. I never --

[But he had. In that instance, scissors in hand, twelve years old with his entire being aching with how horrible he felt every second of every day, Koby had wanted to lash out. Maybe not that violently, but still.

Eyes very wide and not a little damp, Koby turns towards the stranger with a stricken, heartbroken expression.] Who would -- do something like that? Show us such...horrible things?