Re: Drive: Up at the counter [Adult warning!]
He watched to make sure she was dead. It would've been cruel to leave her there to die slowly. He leaned over to close her eyes as a gesture of respect. In his mind, it made sense. Death was a gift in his eyes. Death was everything he was meant to be. He made sure to move away before the blood spread so none of it got on him, and he cleaned up. He took his time to put his clothes back on, rub hands through his hair, make sure he looked presentable.
Before leaving he looked back at the girl, and some part of him screamed. It was loud enough that he was thrown off his confidence, anxious, a second of clarity in his eyes showed horror and fear. But that was chased away by greater programming, and by the use of nice little memory juice. "Thank you," he told the body sincerely, and then left. He jammed the door on his way out, so no one would go rushing to find her.