Hank and crew emerge from the smoke blackened, bandaged, bleary-eyed, and grateful that they made it out ok. As Hank goes to retrieve his rapier he says, "How are the survivors? Were they here of their own free-"
His voice catches in his throat as he sees the two sisters and notes the body of the third flat on her back with one of his arrows standing erect, a grisly signpost, in the center of her breast bone. He heaves a great sigh, walks purposefully toward the body, and kneels in the pool of blood by her side. He deftly removes the arrow from her crushed thorax, sets it beside her, and gently places his hands on her temples and rests his thumbs on her forehead. As he prays he draws his thumbs down and rests them over her softly closed eyes.
"Heavenly Father, I commend the soul of this young woman to your divine care. I confess I do not know her story - only that I have killed her in battle. Now that her suffering in this world has come to a violent end have mercy on her spirit, and forgive her her sins. Embrace her into your tender care, wipe away each of her tears, and welcome her as your own daughter into heaven." Hank hovers over her quietly for a moment. Swallows hard, sniffs, wipes his nose, and rises.
He looks through his red eyes over at the remaining sisters and says simply,
"I-I'm sorry."