His face fell, slightly. "... And what if there were still people I wanted to hurt? Very badly?"

He thought of Shido. Of the small army of politicians, police, judges, businessmen, and crime lords under his thumb.

He wondered how many of them would fall if Tokyo burned, and silenced that thought. But maybe...

"It didn't go away just because you beat it up. I still- I think of him. And I want to make him bleed. Beg for his life like- like Isshiki did. That's not the kind of thing a 'good person' wants."