Leaving James to talk to Sheldon, Richard went for a walk. He looked at the carnage; people scurried between houses looking for shortcuts, and he marvelled at how fragile life was. When he died he'd decided he wanted it to be glorious.
Bombing was something he'd found to be relaxing. Killing people at close-range was a bloodbath. This made him feel like he wasn't the one having to see that.
He travelled to Anthony's house and hit the door with his fist.
"Hey, old man. Open this door," he said, whacking it again.