"I'm not a hero." He couldn't say he felt regret when it came to patricide; if anyone deserved death, it was Lewis. But Len still felt cold at the thought of it. He had felt...nothing. Not anger, not even satisfaction. It wasn't something he tried to think about often.

He moves when Mick shifts up, looking back up at him. He's never had a problem hurting other people, but he never got enjoyment out of it the way his father did; he was never a bully to those who couldn't defend themselves. Kids and women were specifically off-limits to him.

Mick...Maybe Mick could handle it. Len could never overwhelm his partner physically, and maybe that would be enough.

"If I do start turning out like him," He warned, quietly, "I want you to kill me. No questions asked. Put me down."