In the end, it’s God who pulls that f***ing trigger anyway. We don’t get to decide who lives and who dies, Finn. Not us. You just have to flick a switch.
Who wants to be in heaven, eh? Who wants to be in heaven when you can be sending men to f*****g hell?
I know who I am, Linda. I know who I am and I’m all right with it. Finally. I can live with it.