He was a dangerous bag of dicks that only kept making things worse for everyone? How about that? And Peter. Really. I was more 'well adjusted' than either of you, and we see how that turned out. But is that really surprising? I've actually got a heart. As tiny, black, and shriveled as it might be.
Technically, TECHNICALLY, I killed him. I keep telling you this. And my body count could be so much higher. Yours, too. You're welcome, by the way. That drug inducted coma saved you a lot of pain.