Ellie holds her bloody lamp, fist wrapped around the neck of it. She just stares at it for a moment. You know, this might as well happen to her. She turns back to Sie, still wielding it.
"Imagine if I said yeah? Yeah, I recognize this. Yeah, this is my murder weapon, actually."
She wonders who the hell got a plush toy. She laughs.
"Wouldn't that be fucked up."