[he looks away. for the first time, he looks away. there's something about that look that seems to pierce right through his poker face, and he hates it]
. . .
I was already going to do it. [his voice is dull] Back when it was only the Prophets we had to kill.
no subject
. . .
I was already going to do it. [his voice is dull] Back when it was only the Prophets we had to kill.
[he understands it, yeah]
[he doesn't know if he can handle it]
[but he doesn't have a choice, does he?]