He knew he did a bad thing. A horrible one. He did not regretted it. How could he, when the person he did it for, meaning you, was in his arms, crying, as her last resort while Arima was caressing her, not letting her know he was the one to kill her bodyguard and at the same time lover.

"It will be alright." He said coldly and emotionless, while his hand was going through your innocent hair.