Crossing his arms,
he gave it some thought.

Leaning far into his chair,
he stares at the ceiling with a blank expression.

"I guess you can say that I did...
but the more that I think about it...
it feels like what I did was normal."

"So you acknowledge that what you did, even though it was wrong, was normal for you to do? Normal as if it was like breathing air."

"I'm more than aware that what I've done is wrong."

He sighs and continues with a sullen look,
"But...

the more I think about it...

the more I try to think about why I did it...

The words that come up is...

I don't know."