He's turning it into something contorted, something bloody and foul. It's not justice any more, it's a massacre. Millions of lives for billions? Since when do they pick and choose who gets to live and who gets to die? Even Rorschach doesn't go so far. He may never compromise – never be indecisive and in the grey, neutral zone – but even he is not this drastic, would never be this extreme, go to this length and height. Murder of this multitude… it's insane. Inhuman. Vile.
"…You've deformed it!"
He's made everything some kind of wretched nightmare, full of peace-zombies too afraid of their own shadows to rise up and fight this.
Rorschach would have fought. He does, for a fleeting second, and then is brought down the next. Brought down as a bloody smudge in the freezing snow, as elegant as the inkblots he's named for.
And look at what he's done… Adrian has made Rorschach leave this Earth, has made the world a collective bundle of pathetic cowards in a worse state than they have been in the past due to a vicious lie, a sick practical joke, and all Dan can think about is how even the Comedian wouldn't be laughing right now, and if he did, it would be out of hysterics and not humor.