[it's not justice, that's the point. he doesn't get his justice because Aiden is literally going to kill him -- or the fixer that showed up, looking for them both is. either way]

[either way, he takes a moment to consider the question, before finally shaking his head] I don't know. [a beat] Before -- no. It was Aiden's idea. It was Aiden's inability to fucking trust me, that got us caught. He brought this down on us, not me.

[he shakes his head again] But now ... [he still blames Aiden, doesn't he? that's what that anger he was looking for, earlier, was all about, wasn't it? Aiden and his bullshit. but he could have said no the Merlaut. but he could have found some other way of getting to the Bellweather, after he figured out what spooked Blume and the Club so damn bad, about them being there in the first place. but he could have -- well, the list goes on. his obsessions lead to all of this, and that is his fault, isn't it?]

[in a few hours, a few minutes, in whatever passes for time here, he may change his mind and content himself in the fact that this was all Aiden's fucking fault, again, but right now. it's complicated, he's not entirely himself, and he's so damn tired]

I don't know.