will contain a lot of errors, i wrote this through the most hellish headache, sorry in advance!
Slowly it had crept in, the guilt, along with dawn. The silence, his anger simmering down, earned him susceptibility to the wrath of conscience. Other than the guilt, he was displeased by the fact that, even after going the extra mile, resorting to the most drastic measures, he was still unsatisfied, because he still didn't know, he didn't know who poisoned Bianca, if her life might still be in danger.
He didn't like killing, even during his years as a mercenary, he disliked taking a life, despite being given reason to do so, despite it having been in his job description. He avoided it, it'd been years since he'd gunned a man down, before Jason came along and provoked the beast
