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"Those who are dead are not dead, they're just living in my head"
After a while, she had grown accustomed to watching people die. She rather enjoyed it now. But when she first started killing, she was shocked at how vulnerable even the toughest witches and wizards were in death. It scared her and she didn't like watching it, because what if she was that way when she eventually died?
But she soon realized that it would never happen because she was strong, and would be strong until the end. And after she realized that, she enjoyed killing, thrived on it.
What she didn't enjoy, however, was what happened after she uttered the killing curse. Her victims stayed with her after that, and it was awfully unpleasant at first.
She could hear them talking amongst themselves, and sometimes directly to her. When they directly addressed her, it was scary. They would scream at her, curse her, tell her she had to stop killing people. She would try to ignore them but it was impossible. She would try to reason with them but then they would ignore her with their disgust evident. When they started talking to her again, it was almost a relief, it proved to her that she wasn't completely despicable and hated.
At first, it was only certain people she had killed: the five year old Muggle girl, the Mudblood witch she had gone to school with, her cousin Sirius. Then Regulus entered her mind, and she thought it was because she hadn't helped him when he lost the Dark Lord's favor. Her parents came after their deaths too, and so did her aunt, who had taught her the Unforgivable curses.
It got crowded, sometimes, and they would fight occasionally. But after a while, she got used to them being there and even got a strange sense of comfort from their presence.
After all, you can get used to anything.