Yeah... They were all running outside, and I was staring them down through a scope; I had this kid—he was 11, 12, something like that—in my sights, aiming right at his chest, and I thought... what the fuck am I doin'?

So I packed my shit and found the kid. He had his sister, and a few others with him.

[He rolls his eyes.]

I managed to get four of 'em out of the blast zone, at least, before they wiped out the district with firebombs. Like you said: bigger guns, faster guns.