Bayani could simply not look at it the way Sorin did. He would have liked to do the same while he was there, only wished he had splattered one of their tormenter's heads against the floor. There was an inherent darkness and violence in him that had already existed, and he knew it was something that Sorin himself could simply never understand. But that didn't mean he was going to let it lie. His words might not change Sorin's mind, but he was never the type to passively go along with anything.
"You are not what they are, you didn't take an innocent child off the street and torture and kill them. Think of how many children he planned on hurting once we were gone, how much blood was already on his hands and would be afterward." Bayani shook his head, and in his mind there were no doubts on the matter, no sympathy or softness in his heart. "Sorin, if you have the chance to kill someone who plans on killing others, and you don't take it, then every death afterward by their hands is on you. Because they could have been stopped. It's crueler to let them continue. Do you think their future victims would feel any kind of reassurance that someone decided to go easy on them, leading to their fate?"
Bayani tucked the blanket around Sorin tighter, wishing he could say the things that would make the witch feel better, and maybe it would've been kinder of him. Maybe it would always be kinder to lie. He got up and stalked to the window, staring out of it. He felt as if the scars on him, especially the ones on his head, were surprisingly aching at the moment. As if the memory of them made them alive again. "I can't stop you from blaming yourself. I hope in time you will forgive yourself." Maybe one day Sorin would forgive him too, for what he planned to do. "You're a good person. I'm sorry I was hard on you." The words I'm sorry were difficult for him to get out, but they were true.