The weed sure as heck isn't making this easier for him to process rationally, but it just feels like there's...some kind of moral grey area here that should be explicit. Didn't he just say the kid killed someone in front of him?

It's complicated, and it bothers him, and it makes him feel complicated, and he doesn't want to pretend it isn't complicated, but...this isn't what he was hoping for when it came to getting this off his chest. Maybe it never will be. Just another thing he'll never be satisfied with without understanding why.

'Somewhere in there. I can feel it. There's a glimmer of a good person inside of you. The memory of someone who once wanted to do the right thing.

C'mon, buddy. Do you remember me?'

The clarity of that statement catches him off guard. When he'd recalled the event before, he feels like he'd just said something blase about friendship and for whatever reason the child had complied. But...had it been more than that?

There's so much more to all of this. He's frustrated, and he hates it.

"Greg...I didn't just stumble upon a lust for nonspecific kiddie murder in the last six hours. In what universe are people ever that simple?"

Goddamnit, either disown him or don't. He can't take this uncertainty.