"No one makes you do anything." His own voice drops. "You make choices, the same as the rest of us. You wanna feel justified in what you do? You wanna feel clean an innocent? 'Cause that's too fuckin' bad. I take responsibility for what I think is right. Do you?"

He knows that he's taken actions that some people think are wrong. He'll make tons more, but he knows in his heart what's right and wrong. This is right.

"I wasn't just given this so I could light my cigarettes."