"They're all murderers," he said in a flat, blunt tone.

One didn't become a werewolf through being a good person. Each one of them had killed. That was unforgivable to Rorschach's mindset. All he could remember was the case that had made him snap. The wolf that had butchered the little girl and eaten her. He'd never forgive any of them for what they were, not if he lived to be a thousand years old.