[Bella is quiet throughout this, deathly quiet. She knows it's not quite the same -- Edward had approached differently, had used different tactics, but the cruelty had been there. The obsession.
She squeezes Usagi's hand, as tight as she dares, feeling a spike of rage through her, fiery hot and ferocious.] I'm glad he's dead. I'm glad he's gone. I'm...so sorry, Usagi.
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She squeezes Usagi's hand, as tight as she dares, feeling a spike of rage through her, fiery hot and ferocious.] I'm glad he's dead. I'm glad he's gone. I'm...so sorry, Usagi.