It's hard t'explain to someone full of blood 'n vinegar like you are. It's easy to fight and never think about what comes next.

[He runs a hand through his hair, a faraway look in his dark blue eyes.]

There comes a point when you just get tired of killin'. I looked around me 'n all I had t'my name was a lot of blood on my hands. It's not like I won't do it again if I have to, but I've stopped seeking it out.