Reno was chewing at the inside of his cheek, now, closing his eyes and working his way through all of it. Motives and actions and morals, the whole lot of it never did seem to measure up in his head. If you turned in an innocent man to live a life of hell as a test subject for a madman, what difference did it make if you were doing it because you were getting paid for it, or if you were doing it because you wanted to?

"I don't know," he said at length, falling a little more deeply into his usual slouch. "Maybe it does. Just to me and nobody else in the world, though. They wouldn't know any different anyhow."