MARTYR: Because—humans are supposed to know better. AMBROSE: Do you know better? MARTYR: What’s that supposed to mean? Is he having second thoughts about this? Is he trying to say something to me? Is this like the philosophical equivalent of comparing dick size? Ambrose knows why I kill these young men, why I’ve spent so much time and labored so diligently to make certain I’m never caught. He’s helped me this far; he’s cleaned their blood from his hair. If I’m guilty, then he is too. I can never let him forget that.
