She was always there for me; even when I was at my crankiest. No matter how rude I was or the amount of annoyance I showed her, she was always by my side. She would spend long hours helping me fix the clocks that came in and out of my tower. Preparing me coffee to help keep me awake, bringing food to ensure that I ate, and often times forcing me to bed. One time she even went so far as to steal my tools and hide them until I got some much needed sleep.
As time passed, I slowly began to love her for what she did for me. For the kind of person she was. I loved her for even the smallest detail. From the odd things she did to make me smile, right down to her disapproval of violence. Everything about her could trigger some kind of emotion from me. None of which I was prepared for, but quickly adapted to.
That's why my clock shattered when she died.
I'd warned her, from the moment we first met, to stay away from the Hatter Family. But she hadn't listened and I was foolish enough to believe that so long as at least one of them were to come to her defense, she would be fine. But all it had taken from Blood, was a millisecond of uncontrolled emotion and she had paid for it.
Wounded from a bullet wound, she managed to make her way back to my tower. I did all in my power to help. But it would never be enough. And I'd never get to whisper those sweet words to her that now remained frozen on my tongue. I'll never hear those cold words requited from her.
The Hatter has taken away the one thing most precious to him. And for that, I will no longer allow myself to remain neutral in this war.
If I am ever to heal from the wounds inflicted up on me, Blood Dupre must die.