“Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?
Your ledger is dripping, it’s gushing red.

You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers.
You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors.
But they are part of you, and they will never go away.”

This is what he said to the ‘mewling quim’ while his own sins and the blood of those he had killed weighed heavy on his shoulders.