Don't think he isn't well aware of the hypocrisy of the situation. But Daniel can't bring himself to laugh or even smile at that one. He looks again at his hands, throat taut.

"How big is your body count?" he asks mildly. "Small enough that you can keep track, right? You can count it on both hands, you can remember the details of every person you had to -" He gestures vaguely toward his own throat, then shakes his head.

"I've lost count." The last two words sharpen Daniel's tone into something furious, laden with disgust. "I lost count years ago. I don't even remember all of them, or my justifications, or any of it. Tell me why I should forgive myself for that, for forgetting in the first place."