Aria's heart clenched guiltily, but she tried not to let her expression change.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "But I can't change your past. And you've got one thing wrong."
She glanced around the inn, a habit to make sure they weren't overheard. "I do care. I care if my targets got family, if they deserve to die. And If I judge them to be innocent, I won't take the job." Her lip curled. "And I certainly don't torture people."
She was under no illusions- she was no saint, she wasn't even really a good person. But she killed quick, and as painlessly as she could. At least she could claim that.
Finally, she clanged back at Will. "The truth is kid, if I don't take the job someone else will. There's plenty of people willing to use their blade for coin, no questions asked." She shrugged.