[He looked away from the man for a period. His emotions seemed more stable, there was no excessive amount of grief. Yet his mind was racing, trying to grapple with the fact that they had doomed not just a woman, but millions more. This was leveraged against the fact that he had people to protect here, and everyone else had their own people to protect beyond that.]

I'm more confused, than anything. [He turned back to the swordsman.] How can I feel angry for killing a girl and dooming her sister, yet only feel slightly bothered that we may well have damned an entire universe?