He snarls, the sound strained as if trying to reign it back but failing miserably. The black cloud swarms around his head like a plague of insects, the other side of his face dissolving to reveal bone and teeth, his eyes bloodshot from fatigue, as his anger spikes. But as soon as it had happened, he's pulling himself back together again, head turned away from Jack.

"Yeah, no shit," he finally rasps out. "Think I wear a mask for fun? If you think making me see how far I've fallen will goad me into spilling my guts about Talon objectives, you're sorely mistaken."

Or whatever it is Jack really wants to talk about. He can't be convinced otherwise that everyone now has an ulterior motive for everything, especially when all they've been doing since they met on Legion World was try their damned best from beating the shit out of each other.