What he revealed to her made him feel more shame than he could ever imagine. The explanation of his powers, how it not only stole life, but powers, memories....
And dating back to the fateful night, when he had first used his power in a fit of rage against a man who had tried to rape Kella.... He knew from that day forward, his life would never be the same.
He explained how his mind felt suffocated as other thoughts, that were not his own, began to bubble ot the surface. And each day, he had a hard time knowing who he was, what he was, or even why he was. His identity had become so complex, and he began to list the men and women he recalled whom had been slain by his touch-
From the innocents who had seen to much, to the whores he needed and their pleasure, and to his sick desires....
For Kella.
Tears stung at his eyes as he let himself dwell on that hard fact.
Kella. He had lusted for Kella. And the very idea of it made him so sick and repulsed, if he could drink poison to end himself right then and there, he would.
"So you see, Lily, I am no her in this war," he told her, after swallowing the hard knot in his throat. "And I have only found myself because of your presence... your touch.... But I, I am by no means innocent. I..." He trembled, feeling the rage and shame well up inside him.
"I am a monster."