The twist of guilt is marred by the faint thrill of alarm. From the way Seth had reacted, Daniel wouldn't imagine he'd had to fire on someone before. But there'd been a lot of additional factors, he recalls - the shock, the confusion, the hail of explosions, the fact that Daniel had regressed to some past version of himself.

Some past version himself who was no less of a hypocrite, no less of a man he doesn't want to look at, than the person he is now.

"It's not judgement, it's -" He loses the thread he hadn't meant to pick up and his hands still as he inhales deeply, breathes out to regain some sensation of control. It doesn't work, but the illusion is nice for the two seconds it holds. "I don't know. It's - difficult to realize. That not having to do that at, at some point in your life - it's a luxury."