Look, I've killed a few lost people in my time, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll kill some more in the future. That's how it is around here. If you're going to be climbing all over me, don't forget even for a minute that I can take your little life just like that! Still, just because I'm a killer doesn't mean I associate with common murderers. If you've done something crazy with your puny guns on New Year's Eve, don't come running up to me. I'm not going to find you a cozy cave and keep you warm until the coast is clear. That Benjamin Colton Barnes sure learned this the hard way. Sure, it's got to be tough returning from Iraq with post-traumatic stress. But shooting up a party then coming to me for a hiding spot and killing one of my rangers? A lovely young woman with two children at home? Unfuckingbelievable! I regret not dropping a tree on his car the moment he got here. Instead, I had to freeze his stupid ass, which took a while. They found him half submerged in one of my iciest creeks, wearing a T-shirt, pants, and only one shoe. I further regret not killing him somewhere less scenic than Narada Falls, but believe me, he died miserably.