I know. He admitted his own guilt, and I think he must have known what was coming. But...

[She's more or less hugging herself, fingers digging into her upper arms despite the pain from her wound. Veronica shattering the glass window seems so stupidly far away now. She doesn't know what to make of it.]

... Have you ever killed someone before, Steve? It's not as pleasant an experience as I had imagined it to be.

[Which is a very disturbing thing to say, but when your friends are heroic sociopaths and your dad a mass murderer...]