"... We can save some, or at least keep them alive a little longer. That's what I was doing back home, you know?" He shifts his weight a bit, eyes dropping for a second.

"Maybe not always in the best way, but I became what they needed me to be. What I needed me to be to get the job done. It doesn't-- excuse it, I know." But it's all he can offer Neal, as far as why he beat a guy's fucking skull in without a wince of disgust in himself.

He lets out a sigh and reaches out to rest a hand on Neal's shoulder. "Hey, you wanna get back to-- whatever we're cooking here?"