Damn... the major asking if he should kill a guy. Kill. A. Guy. I guess in all the excitement I've never really thought about it, but I've actually killed people, at least one that I know of. Part of me says it was an "either me or him" situation and what the major was asking was different, but Jesus. Here I was, all noble in Pfister's face, arguing to let the speedster live and I've probably got a higher body count than some of the soldiers here on Liberty Island (unless they fought in the Middle Earth War, but they look a little too young for that). Christ Almighty, I shoulda went out drinkin' with Jesse.