"To your first kill," he notes, toasting you.
"You mean-"
"I wouldn't have investigated him if you had not tipped me off. The blood is on my hands, but on yours as well." He doesn't sound condemning. In fact, he sounds almost gentle, and a little proud.
"What did he do?" you can't keep yourself from asking.
"He was to fill fifteen thousand vacant positions. He filled four in every five of them, and filled the leadership of the new regiments with men chosen for their willingness to split the wages of the missing men." He scowls. "Not only would he have left the ranks of the Army of Stirland full of holes, but he invited corruption into some of it's highest ranks."
"Oh," you note. You try to picture a regiment missing a fifth of it's men and led by the corrupt facing a horde of skeletons in battle. You wince.
"It is a heavy weight to carry, to take the life of your fellow man," he says softly, watching your expression. "But we deal death to the corrupt to prevent the suffering of the innocent. Never forget that."