He shifted positions, curling his legs beneath himself. He twisted his hands together. "No, no no. It doesn't do nearly enough. I mean, you can yell all day at someone that they're going to die, but until the building falls on them it's not going to make sense. And...I mean. Hey. At the end of the day..."
He smiled. "It's fun. Disease and war and death, they don't get to enjoy what they're doing. Me, I get to really see the results of my work. It's rewarding. Warms the heart."