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[i][color=9e0b0f]"It looks like they're not backing down,"[/color][/i] Ian thought as he wiped blood off his fists.

Regrettable. Ian was not particularly remorseful that he had killed them. They were attempting to kill him and were most likely involved in various unsavoury businesses. It was justified self-defence, and on the broader utilitarian scale, Ian had probably prevented them from harming others. Perhaps in the moral framework of Kant's Deontology there might be some argument from duty to inherent good to attempt not to kill them, but Ian had always found deontology to be too rigid and idealistic to be practical. Furthermore, even in deontology, there were variants of the moral framework that allowed permissible harm such as the more contemporary Frances Kamm's.

No, Ian's 'regret' did not come from guilt or any thoughts that what he did was wrong. He was certain that given the circumstances, he did the right thing. Rather, the regret was the fact that a series of bad life decisions were made by these people that led them to die here. It was, just as how Ian regretted his sire's hardheadedness, a waste of potential.

Still, there was nothing he could do for them now. And so, he turned away. As he did, he noticed Elizabeth walking toward the door. He then shouted, [color=9e0b0f]"Stop! Remember the formation we agreed on?"[/color]

Keeping an eye on the door, Ian turned to Raph, before indicating with a jerk of his face for Raph to check the door.