[Now that's something to think about. But in the end, would he have done anything differently? Probably not.]

When I was seventeen, I murdered a man. Not to survive, not to protect someone, not because I was hurt and scared. Certainly not to change the world.

I did it because I got paid.

And maybe I don't deserve to be happy either. I have killed so many people for the highest bidder. But guess what? The world doesn't care what you deserve. So you seize what you can.

And people change. But it doesn't happen if no-one speaks up to spark that change.