[ he lets out a thick bark of laughter, abrupt and over too quickly. his voice is giving away his position, but he doesn't mind; they're both in a stalemate until an overt movement is made, though he continues to prowl just beyond the door, watching it like a hawk through the dim light. ]

Freedom has its price.

[ his tone makes it sound like he doesn't care—and he doesn't, really. the only person he ever truly respected betrayed him and he's going to make her suffer for it, not out of love, but out of slow-burning revenge. there is no room for caring in this business; anyone who says otherwise will inevitably go the way of vesper lynd, and wasn't that a pathetic show for all involved. so predictable. so predictable. ]

The whole world is angry with me. The whole world cares. [ he pauses, smiling to himself. ] But not in the way you mean.

I can see why he likes you.