"I grew up, Granger. My master told me to murder a man, and I realised that...that I don't have the stomach to be a murderer. That I don't...I don't want any of this. But by then it was too late." His eyes shift to his left forearm – covered by the dark shirt he wears. His lips press together hard as he looks back up at her, his pupils blown in the half-light, making his hollowed eyes look dark. "I'd already been Marked."