Disclaimer: as much as i wish i owned this, it's all J.K. Rowling
Sometimes, even the most loyal were tempted. How could they not be? Purity and acceptance were ingrained values that not even the most racist and black hearted could completely destroy. Instead they should be suppressed until you were as cold as stone.
I had always been taught that this was the way of life, whether I liked it or not. If I tried to rid myself I would fail, and failure was unacceptable for a Black. Still, even as I excelled, there would be the occasional flashes of guilt as my entire generation fell further into madness and pain. Sometimes I would hear their screams, and sometimes I would actually care.
Sometimes, even the blackest of killers felt remorse.