( He thinks for a second. He considered leaving--his body even turns to look back toward the door, but... his feet move forward and toward her, instead. ) I don't wanna disappoint you, Claire. But I've tried--I've really tried to do it his way, to work within the law or whatever, but it never works.

( His gaze finds the floor as feet stop; the wheels turning, seeking what and who he is now. Now that he's decided indefinitely that what he came as and what he was now were different. ) Maybe I do need to be the bad guy.