He killed the woman that loved him because she trusted him. I already hated him. I genuinely want him dead.

[And he turns away from Dylan to put his head in his hands. Part of him is really angry at her, too, for putting that failure so far ahead of her friends. She's a victim here, though, and that makes it difficult. He knows she had to go through horrors if Ladd was responsible. But then again, he's just mad, and when Nietzscheans get angry they tend to hang onto it.]

Don't worry. I'll leave before I do anything.