"Depends on your definition," he answered and took another swig, staring blearily at a spot on the wall above her head. "Maybe I didn't think any of it was bad, you know? Maybe I thought it was fucking necessary. That's the thing, honey, it's always necessary even if no one's gonna like it. Even if they're gonna fucking condemn me for it. Killing people and assassinating dictators and wiping out an orphanage, it's all f-fuckin' necces-ury." Nick was slurring when he finished and gave the bottle a long suspicious look, then tipped it back and drank some more.