When the war came, I did bad things, but after the war I thought nothing of doing bad things.
I killed people, smuggled people, sold people

And you don't worry about your soul?

After you walk into a village and you see 50 children
all sitting neatly in a row, against a church wall
each with their throats cut and their hands chopped off
you realize that the creature that could do this
doesn't have a soul