He may get an impression of it - something large and hulking with lots of teeth. The size of a small building, honestly. Anger, hurt, pain. Her shoulders tense up, but she keeps herself together. She's already shed her tears. She's not about to let herself break down all over again. Not here, not now, not today-

"That's why. Yeah. But... we killed it. It's dead."

She sounds satisfied about that. As if killing it might somehow erase the fact that someone she cared about is gone.