He finally did it. Ashley was now dead. He was trying to find the feeling of doubt, regret, anything— Any feeling at all inside of him to feel bad, yet he couldn't. Looking at her corpse, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The feeling of resentment still remained towards Ashely. He was finally a free man. He had finally escaped his sister's toxic, manipulative behavior. He looked over to them; an equal look of relief on their face. "Hey, can I have some help dismembering her body?"