"For the love of Shiva yes," he hissed, cupping a hand over his mouth and staring at her with wide-eyes. It didn't change the fact that he kept talking. "I dealt with terrorists before. Turns out they were right. Doin' all the wrong things for all the right reasons, and that don't make me a better person for doin' it. Not that I'm interested in bein' a better person. I just don't know if that's the kinda shit I wanna go lookin' for again. Anymore. I got somethin' to lose n-NGH."

He just chomped down on his own finger, and he'd be damned if he was going to take it out of his mouth in order to say anything else.