"And then after that, I just felt as if my only option was to keep killing. Life just felt so empty after she died."

"I see. Is that why you kept doing all those dangerous missions? Because you wanted to die?" Harley asked.

"I… I suppose. Figured that it would be a waste if I went out without doing anything productive."

"And then I just saw red. I didn't care who was in my way, they just took… My one last connection to a peaceful life from me. I didn't care anymore, I guess."

"It's a completely reasonable reaction… I guess." Harley said, "I know a guy who saw his parents gunned down in front of him when he was eight, and he took that anger out on crime. So I totally get it."

"I guess that's something. But after everything, I just felt like… I had nothing left to lose, you know? Like there wasn't anything worth living for."

"What? That's dumb. There's plenty to live for, especially here. You can try to connect with people, you know. You're allowed to be happy." Harley pointed out.

"Tch. If I wanted to connect with people, I'd have actual friends instead of work ones."

"Did you ever think that maybe some of them did want to be your friends but you saw yourself as someone who wasn't worth it?"

"Okay, now you're the one talking crazy. Ugh, just look at you. Dressed like some kind of clown."

"Hey! I ditched the clown gimmick a while ago, buddy." Harley replied, "'Sides, I get that your line of work doesn't really let you make a whole lot of friends in the business, but did you ever think that maybe some of them would have been willing to help out."

"One of them did. He got killed for it."

"I'm sorry to hear that about your friend." Harley consoled, "But that's the job, isn't it? Or is that just what you say to try to stop having connections?"

"Now look here-"

"Hey! I'm the trained psychologist here. You listen here: People care about you. You put your life on the line for them, and they do the same. You can call it 'workplace courtesy' or 'making good on a deal' but these people did it for a reason. If that ain't caring, then call up Webster."

"I'd do it. Don't tempt me."

"As if I hadn't already heard that." Harley rolled her eyes, "Besides, there are definitely people here who have done way more messed up stuff than you. And while they didn't make it out with all their marbles, they still made it out and still wanted to reach out to others. There's no real reason why you can't do the same."

"Good grief… You're persistent, you know that?"

"With my career and the people I work with?- I kinda have to be. Now, we're going to have to make this a regular thing, so we'll work out the schedule later. But for now, I think we've made some progress. Send Wick in next, alright?"

"Sure." James grumbled as he got up and left the room, "Hey mate. She's ready for you."

"Whatever." John grumbled as he entered the room as James left.

"So," Harley started, "Tell me. Did you really think that everything was all gone after Daisy died?"

John sighed, "I guess. It's just that after my wife died, Daisy was all I had left. And when she was killed I felt like I had nothing left to lose. Life felt so empty after that. Felt like my only option was to keep killing…"

Pinkie: What do you think is the origin of the word "straightforward"?

Alexis: Tweet tweet chirp?

Pinkie: I don't know. I guess I was just wondering. Words can be weird.

Alexis: Chirp chirp tweet?

Pinkie: Fair point. I didn't think you'd have the origin on hand. My bad.