She gives him a smile, taking a few steps towards him.
"I can assure you, despite my lovely visage, I am no stranger to death. One might say I have more in common with those poor souls at your feet than I do with you."
She gives him a slight grin, just wide enough to reveal a pair of sharp fangs. Her gaze becomes somber once more as she gazes upon the rows of bodies, she lets out a gentle sigh.
"Casualties of vengeance... one could say my entire existence is the product of such strife. I do hope you are able to at least take some comfort in the senselessness of it all. The woulds cut far deeper when there is logic and order behind such tragedy, a meticulous planning, however sick and twisted it may be..."
She briefly gazes at the palm of her free hand, drifting into thought for a moment.
"...and some stains can never be washed clean, no matter how hard you try..."
Catching herself, she regains her focus, looking back up at the man in front of her.
"Forgive me, prattling on without so much as a proper introduction. Please, call me Tielle."