Ha. [A punctuating laugh.] Think you that children, and you among them, are creatures devoid of a malicious bone in their bodies? That they are all such sweet and blameless things? [He wrinkles his nose at the idea, a vicious edge to his smile.] How precious.

[A beat passes. He wets his lips, gazing long and intently at the screen - and when he speaks again, his voice is lower, cooler.]

Perhaps it shall be in your best efforts to protect yourself; or perhaps to save the life of one whom you hold dear. Given the right circumstances, the time and the place, you shall have your reasons then. And in that moment of heat and fury - that moment when the beast within you rises, snarling, to the surface - you will kill.

[He does not make a threat of the statement. He simply says it as if it is an absolute truth. This much he believes of anyone; all it takes is just a little push in a certain direction.]

...I should like to be there when it happens. But, of course... there are always many things to be done.