Even if Sweeney could hear what they thought of him, he likely wouldn't want to know, and it would only detract from the beauty which was their death. He preferred only to know that they'd died, not that what they thought or felt or wished. However, it would have been a lie if he hadn't thought about it from time to time, what the expression on the face of those he killed could possibly mean. Most were shock or anger or fear, but there were a few that lingered in his mind as mysteries for him to ponder. One looked almost happy, in fact. It made him wonder if that man knew, and only wished to die under his skillful blade. He slowed his pace to allow for Sadako to walk beside him without issue. He didn't want her to think that she was only along for the journey as just a witness. This was her night, too. He looked over at her with a fond gaze. He still was struck by her beauty and intelligence, and found himself just as enamored with it as he had been when he first saw her. When we get home, luv, I've plans for you.