I think it seems pretty unreasonable to think that a couple of beers is enough to implicate me of fucking murder.

[He's just saying.]

And I think I should probably clarify something here. I don't really have combat training, I know how to fight, but I wasn't really trained I uh...

[He has never hated his life more than he does right now. Not trying to survive against his genetic shit, not being turned into a spider monster (anytime), not the fucking rodeo, this, this right here is the worst.]

I fight crime....like a superhero.

[He just puts his face in his hands because...well, it was about time he came clean here.

And in Kaine's mind that really answered everything Dahlia asked because he's stupid and in his universe, that sort of answers everything.]