“After all, you can’t tear down people if you’re dead.”
“Nope! I’m still a child. I have many, many years to live.” she said with a happy smile. She was, in many ways, like a child. A sick and twisted one.
She pulled out a bottle of alcohol for the young girl, assuming she would like this better than her usual cup of earl grey. “And here’s to some many wonderful years.” She chuckled. “Cheers.”