[The eyebrow that goes up at Seviilia's speech darkens into a glower... and settles into full rage as they continue. He didn't stop Lowell, outburst, far from it.

He might have, in any other situation... but the blue whatever she was had said it. The only situation where the last people alive who can operate the technology isn't a factor in a takeover? Is one where they already have someone else to do it.

"You need an assistant." Saul had said, firmly. Providing someone perfect the very next day. He was going to break that motherfucker's face.

The betrayal might feel a little more personal than usual right now. He'd honestly liked the kid.]

No, actually. I'd like t'hear t'rest a that.

[Doesn't even CARE when the screen in front of him flickers, losing the work of last night. He hasn't gotten up, but it's getting to be a struggle.]

We pay y'fuckers a god damned fortune a head whether y'work a lick or not! House an' arm yer ungrateful arses! Y'get to choose where y'go no matter if it's gonna help FUCKSHIT or not for who we got dead. After all, it's only yer asses that's important t'bring back.

Tell me. I want t'hear it. How it don't mean piss all.