The Means justified the ends mercifully. without pity or remorse I was in full conscience of what I was doing. It never seemed wrong, but I always knew how it looked like to others, the police, families, and friends. They were justified to my askiewniverse. So I was crooked by they position by which My lenses viewed the world, and therefore, my color was off, my vision distorted, and low'n-behold, the world turns into mush. but that’s life, and I kinda sorta became okay with it.