The disappointment is expected. He killed without a shred of mercy - even when he tried to justify it, he knew it was wrong. He just didn't want to stop until that anger went away. Of course, it never did.

He blinks back tears, finally looking up at her face. There wasn't any hatred. Not now, and not when he told her what he really was. It makes him wonder if it'd be easier if she did hate him. At least that kind of reaction would make some kind of sense.

He doesn't want her to, though. He doesn't want to keep hurting her either. Every path he chooses, it always feels like it ends up being the wrong one.

"I'm sorry..." his voice comes out soft and tearful. He sucks in another breath of air painfully, "I'm sorry... I want to take it back... I'm sorry..."