"In short?" He uses a wafer stick to stir the coffee. "I was raised an assassin. Heir to a shadow syndicate of killers, and ultimately merely my mother's pawn in her games. I chose differently after I met my father and learned there was another way, but I made - make - a lot of mistakes. And I try to fix them. But with my history?"

He leans back in his seat, tucking slippered feet up under his knees. The wafer has seemingly been forgotten in mid-nibble, lips twisting in an irritated pout frown.

"My own father doesn't trust in me. And one of my... brothers, I found out he has a contingency plan to take me down if I go rogue."

He'd shamelessly hacked into Drake's database to snoop. He heaves out a sigh through his nose, shaking it off with a roll of his shoulders. He doesn't like to dwell on how messed up his situation is for very long. Too practical for that.

"But I'm lucky, too, to have my partner. He's been the only one who's stuck by me, even when I was ready to stop trying."