[Wolfwood winces, just briefly, but it's long enough that Mizuki might notice if he's watching carefully. He starts to pace the room a little bit, reaching for more things to set up so he can break them.]

That's not- ...look. I don't really want to talk about why I do it. You say it depends on context, but that's just it. I didn't choose to do what I do, and because of that I'm suddenly this...

[He looks at the glass he'd been holding for the last few moments, staring at the warped version of his own reflection in it.]

Good guy, as if I ain't done awful shit with my life. And that because I'm so good, I deserve..."better".