So...you're basically going to keep doing what you were doing before. Is that it?

[The Darkling closes the book in his lap, slipping it in to his pocket.

He wasn't going to harm this man, but he wanted to. He wanted to shove him so full of shadows that there would never be light in him ever again. That want, that weakness of wanting anything makes his mouth turn down, twisting his usual neutral expression in to something different.]

Or were you holding out on us before? Hiding your true talents and not giving the team your all.

[He might be looking at Newton, but he sees Alina- how he imagines her, bleeding, broken and close to dying. Because of this. one. man.]

Pretty words.

[He would know about pretty words and empty promises, as he echoes Alina's frustrated words from the network so long ago.]