[His stare is level when he turns to face her as she snarls, as unfazed as he is capable of tipping the scale without words if he wanted to. All those pretty little powers of hers. Of his. He doesn't so much as blink, doesn't rise to her fury.

It's a good act — but he knows a lie when he sees it.]

No matter how many times you say that, it doesn't change the situation we're working with here, okay. [This time, at least, Felix skips calling her out on her hypocritical bullshit; five minutes from now if they're still standing here deliberating, he might not be so nice.]

Besides, you know him: he'd want this. Going out like a hero instead of a nobody.