[Fill away. He's starting to get just enough of a buzz from this to decide that getting too drunk to walk home is a really brilliant plan. He wants an excuse not to hurt or think for a few hours.]
I suppose I should be glad he was suffering but I'm not. It's hard to feel satisfied about it from my end. It isn't as though it changed any of what happened. [He plays with his glass for a moment before asking hesitantly.] Did he feel any remorse for what he'd done? Was it like when you got your soul back?