“Right.”

So appealing to empathy isn’t going to work here.

He looks back over at the body, uncomfortably.

“Well, I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t say that sometimes that line to be crossed gets real…messy sometimes. And that I feel guiltier for not feeling guilty.”

It’s terrifying, he thinks, the things he knows he could do, would do.

“But that’s not something I think you worry about.”