( His caress against Justice's cheeks falters, coming to an abrupt halt. He isn't sure how to feel about Justice's proposal. That much is certain in the way he bites down on his lower lip, his gaze turning toward the floor. )

That seems a bit cruel, don't you think?

( Killing Justice. Whatever there is that's left of him. It may make Anders' life easier, but that's not enough to convince him to go along with it. )

I'm not out of control yet. And I haven't killed anyone on this planet that hasn't deserved it.

( Like the terrorists that bombed Olympia, or the extremists that started the riots. He worries he might lash out, sometimes, but it hasn't happened yet. )