[shakes his head] I don't blame you for that, either. I mean--

[he stops, thinking hard how to word this] I know Camp made you, but you were still you. Camp just made you feel like you had to kill me. I think that--y'know. If you suddenly decided you really wanted to murder me, that's how you'd do it, I guess. But... I trust you, so I don't think you will, so it doesn't bother me as much. Does that make any sense?