A knife doesn't have thoughts and feelings and a choice.

[ Dimitri... isn't angry. Just sad and maybe a little betrayed and hurt. But then again, he couldn't have known and nothing he did here would change what has already happened to John's world. So perhaps he cannot condemn him. But it does grate against his own personal sense of justice. ]

What was the alternative? Your own life against a world? Against an eternity of suffering?

[ He wants to understand this. Somehow. ]

I won't claim that my hands are clean. But... why?