I can only take so much of the riding a high horse over moral high ground.
Whatever you're going to say next probably contains some variation of "everything you do is wrong especially this one thing you did, because you're a petty asshole that only gives a shit about yourself" blah blah blah.
Hey, I know he was a puppet on strings. What I need is how the hell to get over what happened. Then I can dislodge a couple of these knives stuck between my shoulder blades, and everyone can hold hands and sing Kumbaya by a campfire.