"Convicts?" he shakes his head, "No, if it were just a matter of going to prison, I think I'd probably already be there. I don't deserve anything better. But I don't think I deserve whatever they might do to me, either," he says it to his pasta, wilting a little bit under Javert's piercing stare.

"They were hurting children," he says, after a moment, "I was hurting children. When I found out what was really happening I... took exception to the lies I'd been told and I..." killed everyone apparently, but I don't remember doing it or how I did it... "... made sure they wouldn't hurt any more children. There's still people back at the school. There's still people out there doing what I was doing, not knowing... or maybe they do all know, maybe I was the only one naive enough to not understand..." he pushes some of the pasta around on his plate,

"God... this never gets easier. Maybe it shouldn't." He finally looks back up, "Look, I'm... not a good person, I know that. But I'm trying. I don't know what else to do. And now I'm here. And I'd say this is maybe what I deserve, after all, the things that have happened to me here, the bad ones, I mean, except there's people here who don't deserve it, too so... fuck if I know," he finishes with a shrug, "I just get up in the morning."