Draiss shrugged. "About the same. I had made peace with those kills a long time ago. The newer ones I put down as mistakes, tragedies, yes, and atrocities, perhaps, but as long as I learn and remember them, their deaths were not wasted. Of course, after I was forced to regain my consciousness, I have yet to willingly and knowingly kill a child, that last attack on the plane with some two dozen beyonder taints not withstanding."<br/><br/>He looked over at her, and shrugged again. "Like I said, I may be dying a little bit each more every day, but I am functional. That is all that matters."