“He killed Damon.”

            “Good.”

            “Miss Parker, you don’t understand. He killed a man. He’s spent his entire lire trying to help people, and now he’s killed one. He doesn’t know whether he did it for revenge or to save Broots’ life, or both, and it’s eating him up inside. It’s difficult, but I’m glad he feels this way.”

            “Glad?”

            “He’s realized, Parker, that revenge is hollow, and that killing, even to save a life, is no light and easy matter. He will still have a reverence for life, and the next time revenge is on his mind, he’ll think twice.”