"Oh give it up!" Ethan snarled, dropping the act immediately. "Don't give me that high-horse bullshit... You're protecting us? More like working the slaughterhouse assembly line! Every one of you fuckers that I've killed I've caught in the act. Every day there is some new murder on TV... Cut throats and stabbings are pretty cheap way of covering your tracks, don't you think? There are 3rd world dictatorships safer than this city under your 'care!'"<br/><br/>Ethan moved at last, hopping down from his perch, the gravel grinding beneath his feet. "This is my home. I have EVERY right to do whatever I damned well please in order to protect myself, and as many people as I can. I'm not out on some self-righteous crusade to wipe you out in the name of God or some bullshit like that... But if protecting people means killing one of you now and again because you can't keep your hands out of the goddamn cookie jar, then so be it!!!"