[She frowns, still working on the painting.]

No. Pity is the right word. Because, eventually, something is going to snap him out of his black and white world and it's going to destroy him. He's... rigid, fragile, like glass spun too far out.

[She changes brushes.]

Not that I don't believe him capable of some pretty heinous acts, I do. But I think he'll shatter before he breaks like that.