A small flinch of guilt; he's still not certain he should have stepped in to save anyone. As she says, the whole lot of them likely deserved it. But. Dammit, he hates wasting life, even evil life. The commander and the casualties was enough. "Mercy is a heavy thing to grant," he says after a moment. "I find it best to provide when possible." Even when the cause is that just. God.

As for the Vor ... Another small wince. He should probably not speak of them in such loving terms, but. He just can't help it. "I admit to a certain fascination," he says with a soft sigh. "And I have met those who are not so bad as the stories make them out to be. The Vor lord's parents attempted to adopt me. As their second son."