Methos contradicted with sudden vehemence, "I'm not amoral! I am... I'm morally flexible. And no, that’s not the same thing in Spanish."
"Morally flexible," Duncan's repeated sarcastically. "Oh, quit whining already."
The retort had a different ring to it — more serious, more... It was hard to say, exactly. This came from the core: "When you fight, you shut your heart down and kill, just like the rest of us. Nothing especially moral about killing to live, is there?"
Damn Methos. He always pushed you where you didn't want to go. Pushed you into the dark pits of your soul.