01:Do you consider yourself a good person?
    âDepends on what you mean by âgoodâ, I guess,â he replied, folding his arms across his chest as his head fell to the side in thought.  There were plenty of definitions of âgoodâ, of which Zaeed had pondered on more than a few times in his life. Â
    âIâm good at what I do; killing.  I do what I think is right.  Doesnât matter if anyone else thinks its goddamn right or not.  In my head, I just do whatever the hell I want.  If I donât like it, I donât do it.â Â
    Unhindered by anyone elseâs rules or regulations, Zaeed liked to think that he was good by his own standards.  Not that it really mattered.  Having what other would be considered just morals wasnât exactly a concern of the âmost dangerous man in the galaxyâ.
02:What good do you contribute to the galaxy?
    There was that word again.  He couldnât help but shake his head, followed by a gentle scoff.  Most people would probably answer these questions a different way, but if he was stating the truthâŚ
    âI take care of all the dirty work that nobody else will bother to mess with.  Wiping out all the idiots in this goddamn galaxy is what I contribute,â Zaeed said simply.  It was a straight-forward answer, didnât need any elaboration.  Some would have questioned his âgoodâ contributions, but heâd argue that the people he killed were ten times more âmessed upâ than he was.
07:If you were about to kill your mortal enemy, and their child appeared to beg for their parentâs life, would you spare your enemy?
    âYouâre basically asking me if I were standing face to fucking face with Vido, would I hesitate to kill him just because his goddamn kid showed up?â  The answer was obvious.  His expression remained neutral, pausing a moment before he continued, âNo, I wouldnât spare his fucking life!â Â
    There was probably more passion in Zaeedâs voice than what would have been deemed acceptable by normal social standards. Â
    âChances are the kid would be better off without that scumbag in their life!  He shot me in the fucking face, betrayed me, wrote me out of everything Iâve ever worked for!  No kid would ever change my mind about what a bastard he is.â