"That sick son of a bitch... If I ever-" He stops short, the realization that he's dead knocking the anger out of his sails. There's literally nothing he can do about it. He can be as mad at Hargrove as he wants and it will never matter.

Not that he doesn't hate Hargrove with a burning passion or isn't still mad and disgusted... but with things the way they are, the futility of it is harder to push aside.

"No." His shoulders slump and he shakes his head. "At least on that point he wasn't lying."