The reasons are your own on why you spilled the black marmalade, to watch it ooze and flow beneath your foe and all the while taking into account your own power over life and death. You can say the cards where dealt in your soul you reasoned and righted for that simple moment when you attempted to end a life.
You spread it thick and wide and life left that black body and there you stand, a portrait of indignation. A false prophet practicing his own religion.