Revenge will be Mine.

We both have war inside of us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us...

“Just the ones I steal from,” he grinned, quite uninterested in sharing anything more than that. Augustine was his problem, no one else’s. Then of course there was also the run-in with blondie and that pretty little thief and…well, Leone found it easier to count his friends than his enemies. 

Delilah’s brows knit together as she scrutinized him, trying to determine whether he was speaking in self-deprecating sarcasm, or whether he’d actually managed to steal anything off a Revelations’ member. She found it too hard to believe the latter. They were dumb, certainly - her last encounter with Glenn had only confirmed that fact - but they couldn’t be that dumb.

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“No, I’m not.” She retorted. “Why, do you care if I’m insulted or not? And again, that is your truth. I fucked up because I crossed the line, not because I don’t know how to do my job.“ Jane broke her gaze away from Delilah but it didn’t take her long to bring it back. “Why now!” She repeated in disbelief. “Because I made a fatal mistake, that’s why. I realize that can’t happen, ever again. And why you?” Her voice was low. “Because Imogen is gone.” 

Although she listened to Jane’s self-defense, the assassin remained as skeptical and unconvinced as usual. The way she saw it, Jane had been shaken up at best - likely a result of Raphael’s normally colourful threats - but her inspiration would dwindle away as quickly as a bad fashion trend. 

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“Don’t think they’d let me join,” he lamented, “Pretty sure I’ve pissed off slightly more of them than I have of you lot. Impressive, I know.”

“Who’ve you pissed off from their lot?” She asked with a scoff. Despite its delivery, the assassin was genuinely curious. Maybe she’d be able to use Leone as bait in a mission one day, who knew?

Jane rolled her eyes right back at Delilah. “It’s far from professional. As I’ve already said, if you care about the team, do something about it. Constructive criticism, for example, is welcomed, saying the word incompetence over and over again does no-thing. Insulting people like we’re in the third grade, does absolutely nothing.” Jane took a step back, to lean her hip against the counter. “What I’m doing—” She sighed. “I don’t expect it to be enough, I don’t think I’ll ever be enough but I’ll say it once again: I’m trying. To be civil. Not to threaten people I have to work with. If you put me through training, yes, my whole body would hurt and I’d be close, so close to giving up. But I’d survive and I’d come back the other day. And the day after.” She straightened up. “I’m good at what I do but the things I don’t know… You see, the last time I fucked up, it was because I was tired of waiting and took the iniciative. It’s obvious that I need help in that area. So yes, I do. I still want to train.”

Delilah watched the woman carefully as she spoke, her own interest hidden behind cool grey eyes and a careless expression. “Are you insulted?” She mused aloud, “-I hardly see why one should be insulted by the truth.”

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