Hale's problem is he simply thinks too much. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but Hale's logic is confused; he can't get past the moral gray areas. Sweet in a way, but truly a disservice. To survive in this line of work, it takes two sorts of people: thinkers who have the resolve to do what needs to be done, and loyalists who know how to take orders and leave thinking in its proper realm. Poor Hale, he always fell between these two.
Even back in the academy, sometimes his pathos would get the better of him and he'd question a superior. Fortunately, Hale didn't do that too often--he was smart enough to keep his doubts in-check, even if he wasn't strong enough to separate his lingering Christian empathy from the truth of his logic; he had me for that, and I got him through.
We're a great pair, actually. My influence strengthens him, and Hale, well, he's agreeable--a friend. I couldn't do this with some oafish loyalist, nor another headstrong thinker. Hale's smart, but he knows his role.
And he trusts me enough. I know he doubts himself and the others, but not me. I understand what has to be done. It's not difficult, really, if you've the resolve to follow logic through. Me, I see the logic. And Hale--he knows to trust me.