"Maybe, maybe not. And maybe I'll cut him down in self-defense the next time we meet, but that's different." He shuts his eyes, collapsed deep in the plush cushions of the sofa. "He was just a contact man, a lead to the higher-ups of his gang. I wasn't angry at him... not really, and I almost sacrificed the work I put into rounding up his gang just for a few seconds of pointless violence."