Murder is wrong, he tells himself, almost conversationally. It carries no weight at all. I'm a Phantom Thief. I won't kill has a little more impact, inasmuch as it reminds him who he is, and what he is, and what he's chosen that distinguishes him from so many others. But it's Ren's turmoil against him, as tangible as the air he breathes, that has true weight.

He feels his pulse beat in his fingers, in his ears, in the arm that's still clinging to Ren; he doesn't need to ask if Shido was really that bad. He's seen enough to know that he was.

"He more than has it coming," Goro agrees, quietly. Would he do it, if the gun was in his hand? It's hard to push the blind desire aside long enough to know.