The way Wrath speaks about this person reminds Jennifer of how a child would describe a teacher they were afraid of. There is something primal about fear, about terror that forces you into a child's position. She thinks of Olivia, the toddler who would cry because 'Mister Hoffman becomes really scary when angry' without knowing and seeing the things that he did, but still perceiving it on a subconscious level.

This officer masks the strictness with honey instead...She's not sure she met someone like that in the orphanage, not amongst the adults. Perhaps her beloved Wendy was the one most similar in terms of behaviour. All the sweetness aiming to be the only comfort in a hostile world that she turned out to be orchestrasting herself.

Wendy had Jennifer's best friend killed. Wendy had everyone killed, and she was a petty child. The thought of an adult with a developed sense of judgement doing something similar makes her feel uneasy.

"I'm so sorry, Wrath. I...I think I knew someone like that, but it was on a much smaller scale." a massacre in an orphanage in the middle of nowhere is just a self contained tragedy, something similar taking place in the military, on the other hand... "I can't imagine how you're feeling right now."