[It smells delicious, and Eichi can't deny that his stomach growls a little at it, but Ann's face won't leave his mind. Her struggling, the way her life dissolved beneath his hand. He could feel her trying to breathe.]

...

[It's a quiet breath, and he sets the glasses aside, as well, near the stew.]

It feels strange. I can't say that my hands are clean, but this is the first time I've actually killed someone, and all I can feel is a sort of emptiness. My thoughts are selfish.