( It's interesting, because he's leaving a lot out. A lot that he doesn't think he can bring himself to say, and a lot that he doesn't think any normal minded person would ever want to hear, anyway. But at the same time, he's not upset like any normal minded person would be either, is he? He's just annoyed, he's angry, sure, but because he wasn't strong enough. The scar over his chest is annoying as hell, it's hypocritical, it's all over something he was asked to do, something he was paid for, and yet—

And yet he still wonders. )

...What if I deserved it?

( He scrubs at his face a little, fingers running through his hair and letting the audio sit in a few more seconds of silence before he continues. )

They seemed to think I did, and it's not as if I'm a good person. You've said similar before, haven't you? I am someone who's killed people.