I don't know. It was-- I guess it was a pretty fucking bad reason, and it means I'm real messed up, and that's kinda scary. I don't like to think about it because I know it means I'm a bad person.

[But after a moment of hesitation, she barrels on.]

She said something that hurt me a lot. So I shot her. I don't know if it's 'cause I was messed up with pregnancy hormones or on drugs or just 'cause of my temper or what. Maybe all those things. I work at a drug rehab place now, and I been learning about how much they can screw with your head. The one I was on makes people violent sometimes.

But I know that ain't an excuse, and it ain't gonna save me from damnation or bring that lady back to life.