He shrugs, although the gesture makes little noise even against the suede cushions. "Habit? Training? He lost consciousness." He falls silent a moment, the image of the young man's face darkening as he was throttled swimming in his mind. The criminal bears finger-shaped bruises, yet.

"I've devoted my life to what I do, to my focus, not because I have a good heart but because it's all that keeps me from becoming an unstoppable monster."