If you think that I didn't know that you were the one responsible then you must not hear yourself speak. There's no leading through the nose about it. Your breadcrumbs are more like entire loafs from the bakery.

[At this moment John desperately wishes he had his cigarette, but lighting another one now seems like a waste. Instead his foot finds the butt on the ground, grinding it into the floor.]

A person, which I even hesitate to call you, can't be judged without a soul. You're hollow, nothing more than a paper cup. There's no fit judgement here on earth and we both know that law enforcement is a joke.

[He looks up, tilting his head with a grind of the teeth.]

But I can assure you that I would be happy to help you find the torment you so desperately seek.