[Based on what he voices, Frank believes himself a tool. A blunt instrument intended to serve its purpose regardless of the hand who wields it - but there is no hand anymore. A free agent, he can therefore exact justice upon those he deems deserving of it.

Evelyn's remembers being a victim of manipulation, the self-loathing of not knowing when one should have, the shame. More than anyone else, Frank punishes himself.]

I could say some very pretty words, [Evelyn remarks quietly.] That no one is beyond saving. Beyond help. But that would be disingenuous of me, and I'm not that good a liar.

You don't have to believe me, but I don't think you're as lost as you say you are.