"I didn't think it was okay. I didn't think about that at all." He isn't thinking now, because thinking will look like lying and if he's aware of nothing else, he's well aware that he absolutely can't lie now. Not about this, not about anything. He turns, dropping his hand away from his throat.

"I was fighting. I was... It was more than that. I was showing someone..." He trails off, his eyes abruptly unfocused - sighted and blind. "What it really is that I do. And I wanted to. So I did."