Let's say, hypothetically, I was haunted by the ghosts of our past much like you. While we were running, all I ever saw was their faces, heard only their voices, and the pain that they've inflicted on me.

They believed they could make the perfect killing machine by molding me into one and using you. I was tortured, trained, and I had to kill. I could still feel blood on my hands, even now, and heard the screams of my victims in my ears as they pleaded for their lives. I took people away from their families, had to witness children mourn the loss of a parent or simply someone close to them.

If I had given into the voices while we were running - and I'll be honest to you, Eric - I would have killed you.