Choices.

They are what make us who we are. The decisions we make and the things we choose. But we don't always choose right. Whether to pull the trigger or not pull the trigger. To let everything go or hold on in case something better comes. But sometimes it can only get worse. And those are the times when you find out who you really are. Is there a part of you that is willing to do anything to get the job done? Is there a part of you that doesn't care if people get hurt in the process, as long as the means seem to justify the ends? The answer is yes. There is a part of all of us that is willing to look out for only those we care about, and damn the consequences and damn everyone else. Those are the times when we make the wrong choice. Those are the times when who we are comes back to haunt us.

I didn't pull the trigger. Not the first time. Not the second time. Even though I should have. I still considered him a friend. My choices, my decisions, my life, will effect the people that I love forever.

Choices.

They answer the questions.

My name is Michael Westen and my choices got me killed.