[ He doesn't have a soul. There shouldn't be a shred of guilt in him, but when it comes to her... certain parts of your humanity you just can't shake, no matter how dead you are.
He shifts his weight, frustrated and restless. Has half a mind to just walk away, but this shouldn't matter and so he decides to just... spit it out. ]
She was sick. Dyin'. I turned her so she wouldn't have to suffer. Didn't turn out so well, alright? [ Technically he killed her twice. ]