[No offense or anything, bud. He's come from a relative place of being jaded to strangeness, but skepticism is still a solid part of how he interacts with the world. He waits, impassive for the most part. Lets Jack talk it out.

(But he's doing the math, in the meantime. Billions is a near incalculable number of casualties. That's not just cities, it's nations. Whole parts of the world. ...Whatever world that might be.)

His answer comes at length. Even, something intense caged and restrained behind it.]

Guess I can see why he'd want to get rid of you.

[Theoretically. Honestly, Jack just doesn't strike him as the type. Too gormless, too honest. But... Theoretically. Jack's phone turns in his hands. Over and over, like he needs somewhere to put his energy all of a sudden.]

It's not just about what's right and what's wrong. Would be nice if it was, but it's never all that simple.

[It's something he's been thinking about a lot, these days. Outdated ideas of good and evil, right and wrong. Justice. They never seem to take into account what happens in the aftermath. What it costs to have those ideals. Lest Jack think about feeling bad about what he's prepared to do—]

Sometimes you need to do something wrong to do a great right.

[One murderer's life, for billions? Who's to say that isn't worth it.]