George nodded, expression serious. It had been a least a thousand years and several thousand battles since killing had sparked any kind of instant, automatic horror in him. It was a bit hard to judge someone for breaking 'Thou shalt not kill' when he'd left piles of bodies in his wake, once upon a time.
Having a flashback to the Crusades probably isn't going to help her, champ, George scolded himself.
"You weren't yourself," George told her. "It's not...it doesn't make things better, exactly, but it is important. Is there any kind of pattern that you know of, when it comes to the people you've, uh, attacked?"