Damn right. Some of the shit these sons of bitches did-

[Blake notices that his fist is curled until the short nails bite into his palm. He forces it to relax. Breathes in deep and looks past that old, reliable friend of an excuse.]

They all say they didn't do it. Christ, you get so fucking sick of getting lied at. Maybe some of them were telling the truth. I'll never know.

[Blake scrubs a hand over his face.]

I'll never know if I killed him, either.