"A temporary lapse in judgement that I am now regretting, I assure you," he hisses. He does not wish to illuminate his involvement with Fring's death to any undue extent. Satisfactory as it had been and as certain as he is that Fring had no true attachments - he suspects that, like himself, Fring preferred the clarity of the objective mindset and would be loathe to jeopardize that on anyone's account - it would be wiser, and safer, and preferred for him to bury the incident with the rest of ROMAC, in the anonymous, nameless rubble.

"It wasn't a good person, if you're so upset about it," Arista breaks in with a frustrated flick of her tail, ignoring her counterpart's furious, pointed look. "It was deserved. Don't give me that," she snaps at the man beside her without lifting her gaze or her tone. "We have to tell him something, obviously, or we'll never fucking hear the end of it."