Ever heard about the case of a man who made bullets out of hardened sea salt? He gathered the sea salt himself and prepared it to create a bullet which he used to kill someone at their own home besides the fireplace. Because the body was besides the fireplace for a long time before it was found, even as the body's temperature fell, the sea salt melted until there was no trace left of the bullet. By the time anyone found the body, the sea salt bullet was long since gone.

[He talks with ease and knowledge, as if he has seen it happen himself, he probably has.]

A candy bullet is similar. An imaginary ammunition, powerless and without a physical form, something apparently harmless that slips into your body and slowly dissolves into it. Rotting your soul and mind from the inside with its sweetness if you're not careful.

Maybe those pretty and sweet words of hers were never meant to be anything other than candy bullets destined to destroy you. In that sense, wouldn't that make sense? It's not that she lied, it's just that no one realized than what she was doing was firing candy bullets to destroy things at a slower pace.