And you don't have mine. You don't know the things I've done. Or what I've felt. There, or here. [The truth was he was certain he wasn't a good person, no matter how much he tried. He may not be a murderer but that didn't mean he wasn't capable of it. Or hadn't considered it before.]

... But what if you wanted to be bad because the ones you loved were hurt by someone? What if you wanted to make them pay? Would you do it?