I think so. I -- someone I knew had hurt someone he loved, and was blaming himself. I got angry... because he wasn't taking action to save him. And he said I couldn't know what it was like, because although I was a reaper who'd killed so many people, I'd never hurt anyone I cared about. So I told him, I killed my mother. For the sixteen years I'd lived, I'd always been a reaper. And that I had nothing precious to live for.