Mona's words echoed inside of Kit's head, the thought of what Natalia's final moments might have been like causing the swirling of guilt inside of his chest to intensify. He hadn't seen her body, hadn't known the extent of the injuries she had suffered at his hand, yet the mere thought of it was enough to silence him for several long moments.
It was the sound of Mona's barely concealed sob that brought Kit back to the present, his head snapping up and his eyes turning to her suddenly. He followed the trail of tears dripping down her cheeks before returning his gaze to her eyes, his own expression softening considerably. "The Ringmaster gave no details save that the act had been committed and that the Ripper had been in possession when it had happened," he said, well aware that his words were a confession as well as an explanation. "If this time is anything like 1888? I don't think being okay is going to be an option for a long time."