“What do you wanna know? Names, dates, locations? Wanna know what food was on their breath? Their eyes… what color their eyes were? Do you wanna know the last words they spoke? Do you wanna know which ones deserved it? Or better yet, the ones that didn’t? Do you wanna know which ones begged? Do you know why I remember these things? Cause I can’t forget. So there’s nothing you can do – no punishment you can hand out – that’s worse than what I live with every day. So to answer your question, no. No, I haven’t counted. I don’t need to.”