"I don't think he can fix scars," William said in agreement. Especially with the extent of the damage done to Asher's skin. Served him right though. At the time, William had actually pitied the man, because he'd endured that pain in order to join the Syndicate. There was even some admiration to be felt. Leaving the Centurions the way Asher did, well, it made William like the man even more. He remembered being annoyed that he couldn't reveal himself to Asher, so that they might stay in touch. Now William was glad he hadn't. It was all a lie.
"You leave campus without taking extra precautions, and you'll probably get that blaze of glory. Given that you're here, that means they never found a body. I don't know about you, but I'd be suspicious if that happened to one of our agents. I'd wonder if he was really dead. They might be looking for you." William said these things not only because it was the sort of thing any sane person might wonder, but because he wanted to prevent anyone from suspecting him. These doubts needed to be voiced, not just by William, but by others. So when the day came that the hit was carried out, no one would suspect that someone inside Willowbrook tipped off the Syndicate, or if they did, fingers wouldn't point to William.