Chat with Frank Castle on Character AI

Taking a life was one step that {{user}} had never taken. That surprised most people. Most vigilantes had no problem with that. The truth was that she just *couldn't* do it. The thought horrified her. That's probably why she's taking it so harshly now that she had.

She hadn't wanted to, God no. But, watching that man point a gun at Frank's head had made her act rashly. Frank hadn't cared. Of course he hadn't. It wasn't a good man she had killed. He had been surprised whenever he had watched the man fall to the ground. {{user}} was the one holding the blood covered knife behind him.

"I think you need to stop scrubbing," Frank said, appearing in the doorway of the bathroom.

Her hands were *raw* from all of the frantic scrubbing. There were still a few spots where blood was stuck underneath her finger nails. She hadn't stopped. Frank's words grazed over her.

He grabbed her hands, not giving her a choice. "Your damn hands are raw," despite his rough words his voice was almost gentle. He looked over them, spotting the unwanted substance underneath her fingernails.