You think it's an imperfection. But I think there's a reason we were born unable to kill. It destroys something. A part of your soul you don't get back. I felt it today. Just like I felt it years ago. I hate you for what you made me.
He did what he had to do. I know I'm usually the one criticizing him. The way he runs things down here. I have accused him of being cowardly, and overly cautious. I have even questioned what it is you see in him. But today was different. Today I saw it.