Wing shifts as she does now, his optics flickering to the flex of Arcee's hands, the twitch towards her weapons, and his own body coiling subtly taut as honed, immediate fighter's instincts kick in. He hesitates and wrests control of himself again, the tension flowing out of him like water and his posture opening up.

"I wasn't under the impression you didn't know," he says. "On the contrary, you seem extremely self-aware to me. Granted, if killing someone repeatedly helped you think, I'd say that means I probably don't do things for the same reasons you do, but that doesn't mean your reasons are any better or worse than mine."