"Ah." He nods. "Darker? Angrier? I don't - I know enough about the Asset to guess at what that means. Big assumptions, but am I far off?"

One last attempt to crash this dumb car into Soldat's, he decides as he floors the gas pedal, not that it does a whole lot for the speed. "I need a cigarette," he announces bluntly, then snorts. "Goddamn fortune teller."