[Slevin would laugh if he knew - it's such a hypocritical stance to take. Hannibal is getting what he deserves, but others who have hurt so many more people - others that are Slevin's true target, back home, away from here - are to be excused. Slevin hasn't forgotten. He won't forget.

He turns to go, shoulders tense, at least until Chris swears at him. Then he rounds like a striking snake, puffing up to his full height, eyes snapping with the violence he held in check while Mal held him pinned to the wall and, apparently, helpless.]

Don't you fucking Christ Slevin me. At least I put him out of his goddamn misery. At least I left him some goddamn dignity!