Sure, why the fuck else would our hands be in it?

[It gives Dodger pause, though... it usually takes a lot longer for the new sinners to be this comfortable. He senses a kindred spirit.]

Killing people was my job back home. And a hobby. I lost track pretty early on, but we've gotta be in the hundreds by now... not counting the collateral damage, just the personal kills.

[Bombs and machine guns are too easy, so he's not counting anyone he killed in the crossfire.]

Seriously, though, hurry up. Who knows if it's gonna let you off with just one sin.