This is why I could barely finish Splinter Cell: Conviction. I thought my character would prefer to be stealthy and go around the guards, especially since he was the "I'm retired, I don't do that anymore" type at the beginning, but instead the game forced me to kill hundreds of people, most of the time just so I could talk to one guy who didn't even know anything. And then Sam had the gall to make little jokes to himself as he did it, slipping further from the adorable old guy with the muscles of a bull to that crazy old man who killed your dog with a shovel for barking too loud.