Koschei shrugged. "Honorable has nothing to do with it, John." He pressed his lips together a moment, looking off into the distance a moment.
"Sacrifice one to protect millions. Kill one person, maybe two, at the right moment, and save the lives of countless others. Protect the timelines, preserve the universe, at the cost of a handful of lives." He looked back at Benton.
"Mine isn't any less expendable than those I've killed. If I'm a risk to the universe, I'd hope someone would have the courage to kill me, even if they're reviled for it."