"Locus doesn't belong here any more than you do." Felix cocks his head, as though that should have be obvious to anyone. "The Freelancers want to turn him into a pet project, right? Redeem him or some bullshit, pat themselves on the back about how fucking noble they are. But you've seen what he can do, right? A place like this is just gonna limit him."

He drifts, by this point, shifting to walk around her -- and hey, look how he could be stabbing her right now and isn't -- before closing the gap, pressing into her space.

"If I still know him at all...this place is just gonna turn him into a time bomb. Don't know if you actually care about him at all, but me? I'd rather not see that happen."

No. His revenge would be a much more personal sort. But she doesn't need to hear the details on that, not right his second.