"Still don't want to take responsibility for the men you slaughtered in their fucking sleep, do you, Rick?" He shakes his head, an infuriating grin coming to his lips, hiding the disgust underneath.

"But no. You're the innocent guy here. Who cares about that, right? And I'm the asshole for making a stand against that shit. You know, people are a precious thing in this world. I didn't want anyone to die. Hell, I didn't want to do what I did... but you pushed my goddamn hand. I had to show you."

He shrugs his shoulders. "Guess we're both in Hell anyway, right? That's what that little old contract said anyway."