Blackwall doesn't have an answer for her, all he can do is frown into what's left of his ale before finishing it.

"I..." He shrugs, brow furrowing, "I can't say what they were thinking. At least if he turns, they'll be there to put him down. Hopefully that will be enough to keep anyone from being hurt."

He was all for second chances, but an abomination was an abomination. There was no changing if the man was possessed.