Varger holds his hands up. "Like I said, I have only a little idea of whats happening to me and its miniscule." The eye-piece above his eye again as he says. "This thing assigns numbers to people. When I....killed them that number was recorded and I was rewarded with information and somedrug or stimulant or something that in all fairness made me feel fucking great." The eye-piece the collapses back into his brow and Varger looks at his hands. "With Sherlock...I...I...the thing in my head just took over, priority or something. Said he had 'adequate cognative ability' or something and the next thing I know..." He begins running his hand over his jaw again.