I got tired of not knowing how to fight The Plague. Then I decided I would start studying the corpses of the deceased. Definitely against the rules, but extreme situations make people very eager to turn a blind eye. Some bribe to a Grave Digger, a bit of coercion here and there, and I was setup. Not enough. So I took the next step. The Plague can't kill you if you die of something else. So I did it. Dealing a cleaner, less painful death to those beyond the reach of my healing. You might call it mercy. I call it duty. I regret nothing. I need no forgiveness. I shall suffer not for what I did when no other option presented itself. Judge me if you will, I care not.