[ Sure. It's something that he plays up quite often, and most of the time words don't cut like a sharp blade.

He listened quietly to Alastor afterwards, taking it all in while he re-composes himself, considering all of it. Then, he offers a small laugh and a bitter smile when he lifted his head to look at Moriarty. ]

Why does it feel like all you're doing... is trying to make us hate you before you go out in a big, villainous flash of glory? Saying things that cut deep, trying to sit there and say i'm an idiot... when a real villain would have truly made this case unsolveable.

[ This time when he exhales a breath, Roland doesn't quite look as shook up. Infact, he offers a sad smile. ]

I'm angry... but I don't hate you. I won't give you that.