"I'll want to." Small and miserable. "I don't even know you, and -- and even if I did it wouldn't matter, I'm bad at telling whether someone's good or evil, I couldn't tell and I wouldn't care, that's why --"

He makes a tiny leaning movement, as though to pull away from Max's arms, but there's no strength in it.

"If it were just me," he whispers, "if it were just me it wouldn't matter. But I, I'd do things, I'd do what I was told, and I could hurt people again. I could ..."