For all the crime - there was crime and then there was crime he guessed. Either you were sloppy (which perhaps some were) or you did something really bad. Honestly, what was one life? This city. He could roll his eyes at it until then fell right out of his skull. Yet he'd long since ignored the whispers. Perhaps one thing he was fairly good at was riling others.

And thus, this.

He slips the glass down and tips his head to Jason, calm. "Were not I shaken to ire. Merely, I ended it."