"We'll never know. And that is a slope you do not want to be sliding down on." Blood looks like blood on your hands wherever it comes from. There is no difference between hero, killer, soldier, or murderer.

"I appreciate that you would like to see us as different from killers, serial or otherwise. You must, because you cannot accept living with a couple of killers. But we do not shoot for sport. At the end of the day, people are dead, and we did put them there." And if he was honest with himself, he misses having his guns. He understands the addictiveness of that power to take away someone else's life. He gets that itch, looking for something nasty to shoot. He just doesn't want to talk about it. There are a great many things he doesn't want to talk about.