"I could sort of tell." He didn't mean to judge, but he wasn't going to gloss it over, either. "But I could tell before, you didn't like dead bodies too much.

"I love my family and friends. People who have fucked with them? I don't give a shit about this ship's fucking rules. If the people that threatened my cousin, killed relatives, if those people came here? I would fucking put them out an airlock." He thumbed to himself, then pointed at Sans. "That's why I didn't judge at the trial. Because I don't know what the story is, I just suspect you are not the type of guy to knock people off for no reasons."

"So what gives? Little psycho asshole comes by and wrecks you man. Leaves your brother to have to repeatedly tell himself shit is okay." As he cleaned up San's body in a firm state of denial, at that. "Has he always been that crazy?"