[ subconsciously, he shifts a little away from her as if just being close will somehow corrupt her pure soul. ]

I killed people. Children. Women... Didn't matter. Not just 'cause I was starved; 'cause I needed their blood. But because I liked it. Because I wanted to.

[ his voice hitches, and there's no way he can look up from his boots after that little spiel. ] That's not evil? That's not black-and-bloody-white?