Tod could never stomach the thought of murder. No matter how many people he hurt to get what he wanted, he couldn't bring himself to kill anyone. He hated watching people die. It made him sick.
When he really had to get someone out of his way, he just knocked them out. Sure, they'd have a hell of a headache when they woke up and maybe a concussion, but at least they'd still be alive. He'd only ever killed one person in his entire life, and it had been a complete accident.
He'd been running with his loot, and one of the guards had gotten in his way. He got caught and had to fight to get out for once. He ended up accidentally snapping the guard's neck.
He never got over the sound of it breaking, or the look of the light fading from his eyes.
He knew some people who were addicted to killing, but he just didn't get how it could be fun or enjoyable to kill anything or anyone. To him it was just sick.
