"You think?" Jack asked, letting him pull back and tilting her head a little. "Usually guys like that, that ain't what they do. They dust their hands off and they go somewhere else, somewhere just far enough away that nobody can tag their shit to them and they start all over. People like him, they don't change. They only change the type of victim they go after."

She shrugged, "He's made for war. So what? Guys like him, they're loners. They don't have friends because that would mean caring about someone deeper than the fucking mask and they can't. They're empty. You're not. He's going to be alone in that courtroom with nobody but his lawyer. You're going to be there with a whole lot of people who'd turn him into red mist if they got half a chance. He's gonna be a lot better at sliming up and making himself look like the real victim here, that's true, but buddy, all you gotta be is you."