She always knew she’d kill for him. She just was never sure it would be necessary. She was just never sure how much her hands would shake, if at all. She was just never sure how everyone else would take it. But she had never cared about that.
The day came. And she was ready. No one would keep her from fulfilling her destiny to protect and serve him. Her love for him meant doing anything it took to ensure he was ok.
And there was her first work of protection. She had to return to see it and remind herself why she does what she does. She had went in and destroyed and protected. She then buried the bodies under a tomato bush. And he has flourished. And she was steely in her resolve to always love him no matter what.