“You don’t appreciate life, do you?”

“Why would you say that?”

“I’ve just . . . gathered that that’s the case.”

“How?”

“Previous actions have convinced me.”

“Ah.”

” . . . “

“No, I know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes.”

“So let me ask you now: do you appreciate life?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. You’re sure.”

“Well . . . no, I’m not sure. I think it is precious and shouldn’t be wasted.”

“Like mine?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Mhm. Go on.”

“Well, I think that . . . but sometimes, I just get the kind of subconscious urge to . . . do something. Something bad, against life. Do you think that’s inherent in all humans?”

“You already think you know my answer to that question. An excuse, you’d think.”

“Not necessarily – “

“Yes necessarily. You don’t view me any differently than anyone else. Don’t worry. I won’t kill you for it.”

“Ha.”

“Mhm. Your whole reason for starting this conversation is because you don’t think murderers have respect for life.”

“Murderer.”

“I know.”