[ He's quiet for a moment, and then he lets out a low, humorless laugh. ]

Elias Cooper.

[ A name he hasn't said in a long, long time. It hardly feels like his own anymore, having twisted himself into such a different person now than the man who wore it three years ago.

But Cornelius Hickey never suited him, either. What an abhorrent mouthful. ]

I'd wager that the two of us are the only ones here that truly understand the game. The others... they take the luxury of morals for granted.

[ He pauses to suck at his cigarette, inhaling deeply. ]

Morals aren't worth dying over, I can tell you that.