Stop talking about how your serial killing was more well-adjusted than my entire life. It just makes me sad, mostly because it's true. Your heart isn't shriveled and black. It grew three sizes when Matt pulled his mind bullshit.
I pointed a gun at my father and pulled the trigger. Intent matters. Don't take that away from me. Just because you stopped the bullet and then unstopped it, does not change it just because of a stupid technicality. And yeah, yeah. I could have been an awful murderer. I learned it from watching you.