*He lets Wright take the cigarette, barely even noticing the cough, his attention fixed on the bottle of Scotch that he has placed carefully on the floor between his feet. He turns the ring on his finger absently as he speaks.*

I helped Kristoph lock his alternate away and make a public exibition of him. I couldn't prove it, but I knew he was guilty. I knew he was dangerous.

...But you knew that too, when you used that bloody ace in court to ensure a conviction.

*And he rests his head in his hands, elbows on his knees.*

I will never believe you made the correct choice - there is always a better way. But I had no right to judge you for it. No right at all.