[There's a bit of a nervous laugh at that first part, and he's glancing away, something a little... haunted to his gaze? It takes considerable effort to shove it down and look back to Eraqus.

He looks down at the hand, then covers it with both of his own, closing his eyes briefly.]

Eraqus, I... [There's a strained smile.] ... killed someone. Or I... thought I did, at least. I might as well have killed her.

[His breath shakes, and his hands slowly fall away. He's rapidly becoming pale.]

I... dragged it out...