Those decisions were still mine.

[It's evident that this is stressing him out, but he can't even really articulate why - it's obvious that he doesn't know what he should be doing or saying to this, and his gaze continues to shift awkwardly, like he's having difficulty focusing.]

I still chose to kill all those people. To try to kill everyone. I don't...

[He pauses for a moment. Shakes his head.]

I was broken, perhaps, but it feels more like I was just defective.