He narrows his eyes. "I think I know which Ren you mean," he says flatly. "I'm not surprised he went for you. That piece of shit has never made a good decision in his fucking life." He scowls for a second. Thinking about Sparrow's Ren just has that effect on him. "Falcon is the first murder we've had," he continues finally. "The guy you're talking about made another dumb decision and got eaten by a Shadow a year or so ago, after everyone warned him—he's so fucking stupid—what I'm trying to say is, we don't have a lot of deaths. People especially don't go on violent rampages or whatever you pictured. Even if a lot of us carry, what was it? The weight of a killer."

He leans over the counter. "And for the record, dude. You could solve most of your problems if you stopped looking at every fucking thing from an 'academic perspective'. I'll tell you that for free. People back home wish I'd give them a deal that good."