All kinds of things. Killing's the worst of it. Don't give a fuck how much I get paid if it's a job I don't believe in. The people I killed were fucking evil. The way I figured it, I was keeping people safe, like in the military. In a different way, but - same concept, and the money was just a perk.

Then I got blindsided: planted a bomb in a guy's car, didn't know he was bringing his kid to school that morning. Didn't even know he had a kid. My intel was fucked. [ He has to pause and take a breath. He doesn't get the impression she sees the full horror in this, but it's a story he has to tell regardless. It's his guilty conscience. ] No one but me cared. Just ended up being a fucking game to everyone else. Not to me. An innocent kid gets killed? That's fucking horrible.