The vaguest spoilers for Ch. 58 in case no one has read it yet. The usual disclaimer declaiming that the below written words are all just a product of the above mentioned web address. :)
Every time someone says the word love Lily thinks of something warm and lovely wrapping around her and protecting her from all the bad things. It's not often someone says the word though. None of them really know what it means. She holds this thought close to her heart. She has asked only Haine and Giovanni in the most round about way she knows whether they ever feel warm about words like "love" or anything else.
They just frown at her in a perplexed way and ruffle her hair.
They are all just masses of white and red as they move through their days. They don't know how to move with each other unless it is to hurt one another, so they just touch her hair.
Giovanni is like a kid brother. Ever since she pointed out his picture of a bunch of flowers it feels like they've become attached in the best of ways. They do everything together.
But with Haine, it's always a little different. They do everything together too. But there is together with Giovanni and then with Haine there is a sense that they are together.
Haine is warm.
So when Mother says "love" all Lily can think of is warmth. And then she is moving her body into action slashing and tearing. She is fading. One hand placed at the neck, one foot kicking out to connect with a face. Smashing and spurting warmth blooms around her. The red warmth is her existence, everything she can feel, because she can't breathe. Can't think with this collar around her neck, she feels like she's sinking into a red sea. Her eyes are wide, her vision is sharp and dry and she blink because it feels like her body doesn't want to miss a thing. The white walls are red, but she is warm.
And then it is just her. Just her standing in the middle of the room and it's not love because everyone that she has ever known is lying on the ground. Even Giovanni, so close, is down for the count. And she suddenly feels a chill.
And then Haine has run out from some hidden door and she sees him and he is smiling and it's not like it was when his face was on the screen. When it was his face on the screen, it was terrifying because his white, white hair was covering his eyes and she couldn't see anything and now he is here and she can feel a little better. She holds out her hands and reaches for his cheek. He smiles back at her and she feels nothing of the former cold that was just brushing against her skin. She feels warm. And then his hand is reaching out for her and she feels so, so much better. But then there's pain. And she looks down in time to catch Haine's hands rip a hole through her middle. She can't bring herself to make a sound, so she just sighs quietly. She can't feel anymore, it was so quick. No feelings have enough time to make their way into her heart. There is no warmth left to sink into her mind. The cold is seeping back into her bones but Haine is right there and his smile, his smile is cold. In the room, there is a wintery chill.