You continue forward, no guilt noted for your actions. To you, it's justified. The blood on your hands was drawn from a righteous act, the cosmic jury can and will judge you as innocent. They wouldn't convict the only sane man in an inherently insane world. The blood soaks into your clothes.

You have killed 1 'person'. The blood stains your hands, and you can feel something inside of you slipping away. It grows more threatening, more violent.