Edgar, the Marquess of Tierce...who was he truly?...even he himself did not have the answer to that.

Beaten to death multiple times as the unwanted child...degraded, abused, and never loved. Perhaps that's why he was unable to feel anything. Not love, guilt...or even anger.

He couldn't feel anything when he killed the oh-so-perfect brother of his whom he was compared to. Couldn't feel anything when he killed both of his parents who had shackled him to a life of misery. Couldn't feel anything when he had murdered the high priest Lucien simply because he reminded him of his father and framed the naive cleric.

And here he was now...getting his wounds fussed over by you, his only servant and the strange exception to his...tendencies.