[Red Son lets him go after the slam, straightening up, arms crossing behind his back. Back straight, holding himself with perfect posture, and the picture of calm say a single measured breath.]

You don't have to justify yourself to me.

Its yourself you're lying to.

After all, rabid dogs? The only option is to put them down. You can justify yourself as good and right.

But when its not a rabid dog, when its a person who makes a choice. There is always that chance you misunderstood. Always that chance that there was something good to be salvaged. Always a chance that you killed someone who did not deserve to die.

I may be evil.

But at least I'm honest.