Rumi: I don't know what I did
Rumi: I know I did something
Rumi: And I think it was right
Rumi, holding a knife, asking for her parents' guidance: Now what?
Her parents' ghosts: I- what?? No, Rumi, why-??
Rumi: Cause I felt like it *shuffles Lloyd's dead body out of way* ignore that, by the way.
