[ Yes. Yes he can. For once he can read the damn atmosphere. ]

A lot of reasons. By the time it happened... I just wanted ya to stop. You were hurting a lot of people, not just mine. I tried to get ya to stop before, but it was like I couldn't go an inch without treading over the corpse of one of my boys. You were too prideful and didn't know how to quit while you were ahead. It reminded me of, well, me, and still I got angry.

I guess revenge was a part of it. Money too. Bombs are expensive. But I like to think about the people I was helping, not the ones I hurt. I helped you too. No lie, I did. And after the war, I stuck around to make sure you got better.

[ He chews his chapped lip and looks away. ]

I just wanted to help.