For one painful instant he wonders, and it's written clearly on his face as he does--

--and then doubt gives way under a surge of anger.

"You're a fine one to talk." He gets the words out through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain in his chest, the strain as the scarring slashes on his face pull with the movement.

"Do you know how much -- what's the term? 'Collateral damage,' isn't that it? -- was inflicted during your little stunt?"