I finished my rant and continued to eat my sandwich. Allowing her to stew over it. I knew that I wasn’t a good person. A good person would have second thoughts about killing. A good person wouldn’t willingly kill someone just because they got in their way. But I am a product of my time. The choices of others molded me into who I am. That doesn’t mean I couldn’t change, but some things will stay no matter the age.  