Seria laughed and stepped back again, nearly striking the wall as she did so.
"So you've made it your profession, have you? A cold killer, without evident regret, at the very least. No remorse, no thought of it. It sounds awfully familiar actually."
She chuckled, indicating a point nearly a third across the room with a snicker.
"Except that he never bothered to think about it only because he knew it would haunt him. You know so little, and yet have the nerve to destroy indiscriminately. Who are you to make judgement on the last wills torn asunder by the wishes of a single entity whose only existence thus far is held here?"