"I killed her." Aidan nodded. His body wanted to fold in on itself with the pain of the admission. "I killed many that night. I lost control. She walked in on a massacre, and I could smell her blood... it intoxicated me."
He took his eyes off of the woman in front of him, cast them down from shame and horror. He wouldn't lie to her, though. Not even in english, where he could.
"Nobody since. Friends have helped me." He didn't know if he should implicate Peter or Evey in this. What would they have to pay if Leeloominai were angry enough that he'd gotten away with it and continued to live? "I have been so clean, so... good... "
Aidan looked up, the tears in his eyes. "I killed her. I made her trust me and I killed her. I took every ounce of blood from her body and incinerated it after. I hate myself for that. Nobody will ever hate me more than I do for the things that I've done."
She had become his confessor. He would tell her all if she wanted it. Every sin he'd ever committed. Things that nobody else knew. He'd tell her about Bishop and the way he haunted. This woman, whom he had killed and now stood before him again, she could have every piece of him, he knew.