See, now, I don’t recall that conversation.

I ama man—and defense counsel may dispute this— who happens to know something about Remorse—personal and otherwise. In my day, I stared into the eyes of perhaps ten thousand accused men and sat in judgment of them. I spared a few, and executed plenty. I sent people to face the whip, the cell, the gallows, and the cross. And I pet A ire home, as well. Remorse is rare, but when you sec it, it is unmistakable. Judas Iscariot had no Remorse—His Fear left no room for it. His Fear was one hundred percent EgoDriven and Self-Serving. One hundred percent panic. Zero percent remorse. If you believe nothing else—believe that.

Did I stutter, girlie?