Ah. Yes, he did seem that sort. Canon fodder, as they would be called in the old days. In fact, with that attitude, Roth was impressed that he'd survived the war. "Oh? Do you know him personally?" he asked. Roth thought he'd probably met him once or twice, but he didn't know him, or remember his name. Just one of any number of cruel, twisted young men, who weren't thinking about the long game. The kind who craved attention for their misdeeds, even while they threatened their victims to keep their silence.