ex-HYDRA.
The thing killing does, really, is that it makes it easier to do it again. It's one of those lines most people will never cross. Like everybody's got some absolute right to be alive until nature takes them, nobody else should get to take that from 'em. They say it's hard, but it's not hard. That's the thing that strikes you. That it's easy. That you do one thing, you pull one trigger, and you take a person out of existence. Somebody just isn't there anymore because you decided they weren't gonna be. Maybe it's not the killing that changes you. Maybe it's just knowing you can do it. Kind of takes the last bit of shine off of life when you realize there's nothing standing between anybody and their last breath. And that you're the sort of person who can take it from 'em. Maybe it's just the self-awareness that don't sit well in a soul. Maybe that's what they were trying to get around with me. But I always knew what I was. There's some things you just know without remembering. I knew him. And I knew there wasn't anything left here worth saving, but you try telling that to him. He doesn't listen for shit.
I guess you got a point. I never really watched anybody die slow. Everybody I knew who died, I made sure it was quick. Watching somebody die never did anything for me.
If it was Pierce, though. Pierce of Zola or any of the men who took me. They'd die slow. And I don't care what that says about me.