[Frustrating. The scales have definitely tipped to the "frustrating" side.]

The little you, he-- [Marco stops himself. Tries again.] ... There was a little kid version of you in your... in your head. He said I was your friend. Now of course I wasn't so sure about that, but then, when I ran into you... You almost looked like you agreed. [A somewhat bitter undertone slips into his voice as he continues:] I suppose you changed your mind when you decided I was a "good man" after all.

[Which is a claim Marco simply can't bring himself to agree with, even faced with a man who has killed God knows how many women to satisfy his desires. He committed a crime, he hid it from everyone - everyone who unknowingly expressed their sympathies to a mournful son who was a killer all along - and now he's being tested and he knows he's already slipped too far and so do his ever watchful parents.

They want to speak. They're calling his name. Marco steels himself to at least finish this conversation.]

That's not what I'm doing. I'm not worried about you being a threat to the-- For crying out loud, it's not a cult, it's...

[He furrows his brow hard.]

... Can you honestly say you've never felt bad about what you do? Not even once?