He listens carefully to Angel. He's never met someone who struggles with their own nature to be good and kind rather then giving into their other emotions. It's something of a relief to know that no one is as pure as they initially appear on the surface.

She hits home with her words of being mean and holding onto grudges. "I used to wish the same. That I could be compassionate towards people. Not anymore."

Kindness had gotten him nowhere in life. All that he had taken had been through holding onto his fury and using wielding that as a weapon. His father Ragnar had told him that his anger was a gift so that he needed to use it. Combine that with the natural streaks of brutality and cruelty running through him had created a virtual monster, the kind of man who burned people alive when they spoke out against him.