She had a point and he did need a friend here. Better to make a friend with someone who was familiar with him and his stubborn personality. "I killed off William Carson and as soon as he died, everything got real... real fast." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and motioned for the bartender to top off his glass.
"I became the man I used to hunt down. Shoulda gotten my head chopped off, you know, betraying my country and having served it in the past. This sick and twisted mercy is driving me batshit."