[A pause on his end that only lingers for a few short seconds, nothing like the pregnant pause of hesitation. It was thoughtful and followed by a sigh that almost sounds exasperated, but possibly at himself.]

Mr. White, let me be honest with you here. I'm the guy who gets judge and jurors to give murders a second chance. I put people back on the street who are so selfish that they'd rather hit a kid in their car than risk spending a night not getting drunk. I've probably aided the selling of drugs to continue in God knows how many schools in Colorado. I got outta that life, but you might've noticed that this place tends to drag people right back into old habits, willingly or not.

[Part of him misses his friends. Part of him hates them for ever having given him the morals to make him feel guilty about this crap. But they're not here and he is, and law is what he knows.]