Crichton sighs, taking a moment to really think it over. Even though he already knows what the right answer should be.

"Nah... let him live." Knowing Braca, this place is probably a dream come true for him. "Thing is, I get the sense sometimes if we'd grown up in the same hometown, he'd have been someone I could go for drinks with back when I was still drinkin'. I saw something... good in him, that never got the chance to grow. He never did more to me than he had to. He was never cruel, just impersonal."