[ Something flickers in his eyes at the sight of how distraught Evan is, but it's gone as quick as it appears. He makes a point of scoffing, though it sounds a little forced. ]

When did I say it wasn't my fault? Sure, I'll admit it! I made some bad guesses and condemned an innocent man. You're only worked up because he was someone you cared about.

[ a shrug ]

Which is fine, we can't get upset over every single person we send to the chopping block. But someone was going to die tonight, and it probably wasn't going to be anyone with blood on their hands.