[He's a little nervous at that.] Nothing good. No one who would ever do that would want anything good. [Even if Ward claims that she wanted some good out of it, that the ends justified the means, he suffered to reach those ends. He can't ever do the same to anyone else.]

I do want to help the ill and injured, yes. But I thought it would be a good way to deal with my loss- to do my best to ensure no one else would experience it if I could make a difference. [He gives her a little bit of a half smile.] Anger could do very little for me, I think. I don't like to do harm or be the source of it. I can't even stand to eat meat. I'm a vegetarian.

[And he stumbles at the edge of the sidewalk and rights himself quickly. Obviously if he was filled with righteous rage he couldn't do a proper job of vengeance.] You'll have to trust that I'm better with my hands than my sense of direction.