"Frank, I know the difference between a good man and a bad one." His voice is quiet, and sincere, but also firm. "An' I know the difference between wantin' to do the right thing and not bein' able to, and those that don't give a damn about anyone but themselves."

Once, for a moment, he'd worried that Amos tended towards the latter. But even then, not enough to not be worth talking to about it. Even at Amos' worst, Alex had thought that a good lecture would set him right.

Not like Dresden.

Not like the sociopaths that killed a hundred thousand people.

"Some people ain't give a shit what happens to anyone, long as they get to do what they want. You, brother, might give a few too many shits."