Prowler smirked, "Perhaps your memory is waning, Fate. I never said I wouldn't have killed those people, I said I knew you thought so... and still do, apparently. I planted the charges, I brought the detonator - heck, I was prepared to blow the great Detective Fate to kingdom-come, you saw that! And remember the night you saved the pitiful Leonard Watkins from a long drop and a sudden stop? After that, I killed four more people that same night - can you tell me what laws they broke? If you can, you truly are a better detective than I.
"The truth is, I knew that if it came down to it, those two hundered civilized citizens would kill that man - even if only in that one hundred ninety-nine of them would gladly stand by and let someone else do it. But if, as you thought, they wouldn't? I would have gladly kept my word. Justice was ready to be served, if they were all willing to stand alongside him, then they could share in his justice - rather than await their own. The only one who obstructed justice tonight was you."
"By the way, I am, by your measure, completely depraved."