Kind of hard to explain. I just don't feel bad about the things people should feel bad about. For an example, my brothers and I killed a king in a very horrible manner before we got here. We shoved nails through his hands and then blood-eagled him, which involves tearing open someone's back and pulling their lungs out while they're still alive.

[He sounds positively gleeful describing the brutal way in which they tortured a man to death.]

I figure most normal people might feel a little bit bad about that, maybe have some nightmares if they aren't feeling it in their waking hours. Me? I'm only sad I was only able to kill him once.