"None of it is fair." The cat agreed, a tone of somberness in its voice.
He pointed towards the first images appearing the bubbling cauldron. Blue mist shrouded the water. The mist parted and a low-resolution, blurry scene played out between the bubbles and soupy mix. The cat added the contents of the jar, chunks of soul rock calmed the stew, the images becoming clearer and clearer as the scene took focus.
Delilah was running through the egg briar patch, the sound of the Pink rabbit behind her. She ran and crouched and then turned around and was suddenly grabbed by the monster. After a short struggle, it looked like it was going to tear her apart.
Then Little Stone waved a hand a the mist and the water settled, the images fading away, sparing Shawn the image of Delilah's final moment before death.
"Was that fair? What happened to that little girl at the hands of the Pink Monstrosity?" Little Stone asked. It wasn't clear if the question was rhetorical or not.
"This girl who died...was she someone you knew? She is certainly from the world of the living." He added.