[A threat, a threat - that's all he's ever been in any iteration of his life. A threat to himself, a threat to those unfortunate enough to stand in his presence, a threat to the people that he held most dear. He's a threat where it counts too, of course - to the unfortunate few that the world would undoubtedly be better off without.

But what good has it done this time? Where has it gotten him? The fact that he had been singled out as a threat before their plan could come to fruition has put two of his closest allies into great - lethal danger. It's driven his sister, the one person that he wanted to protect most of all, into this horrible corner that he's not certain he can help her back out of. It's upturned three years of collective hard work, and what do they have to show for it?

His hands ball into fists, shift to rest against his knees. His expression shifts, too. He may blame himself - he may never be able to stop blaming himself - but that doesn't mean he has no blame to spare for the root of it all.]

They know enough of everyone to be a problem - more than enough. Don't hold that against yourself, either; they can read anyone they put their finger on like an open book. [It's one of the many, many reasons that he hates them all so intensely. A private person never enjoys seeing the contents of their past and mind gutted and laid out for observation.]

That's why... [That's why his job had been so important.] ...They do the things they do because they know chances of success will be high. They have psychology mapped out. They could draw any desired reaction from any person if they had the tools for it, and they always have the tools.