killing is swift and easy . rarely a drop of blood is spilled needlessly -- although the doctor may argue otherwise . survival is always offered , promised , even . that is the choice his victims make --------------- death , or life . far be it from him to take that choice from them . the blood on his hands doesn’t stain his heart . not when he withdraws his tan qalanq from the neck of his victim , not when he watches their dead body slump to the floor in an ungraceful heap .
he does step back from the gradually spreading pool of blood at his feet , though .
he looks upon the doctor -- he doesn’t expect for her to be proud of what he’s done . having mentioned it in the past ; what he is , who he is ; he’d seen the disapproval on her expression . he sees it now . thinks he does , at least . though he wouldn’t assume . he wonders if she’ll be honest with him .