Bearclaw Valley the specular thought brought on oneself:

Well, at least it was an ending, alright. Poet's confession was straightforward and although Blondine might have preferred a dash more of pizazz, she understood the priestess's hesitation. It was clear that there was something unsavory between them — disgust, loathing, shame — and Blondine, being the ever cheerful beast she was, didn't enjoy it one bit. 

A moment of silence passed before she decided to speak up, though not until after she'd taken in all of the risks. I've killed someone, she said, voice low and brows furrowed. The look on her face was almost one of confusion, though she'd known exactly what she said and meant. Do you think I'm a good person?

Of course, their situations had been a tad different, but the overarching theme was the same.