"Those other people aren't abominations." His voice is leaden. He doesn't want to spell it out, doesn't want to admit what could have happened, but it looks like he'll have to. How else is it supposed to be addressed?

"I could have killed so many there. The armor, pinning me down, the pain from being hit again... She screamed about everything burning and Maker, I thought they were. I've a few seconds missing, Justice was taking over, and I could have destroyed the tavern, could have..."

He exhales heavily, on the brink of a sob. He'd thought he had it together better, that Kirkwall wouldn't happen again. Couldn't. Here he is, near people he's come to care about along with all of the others, and Justice likely wouldn't differentiate when push came to shove. Again.