With a grin, Black sat alone in his cell. His hands are intertwined as he thought about what happened with everything that he had done, but his grin grew even more wider at what he did. Yep, he thinks what he did was right for the better service towards his own self. To kill every single one of those lovebirds that was a sore in the eye, it's not like he holds a grudge against them.. It's just that he can't take anymore of those cheesy disgusting sweet words.