"Not entirely, maybe." Anything less than entirely.... Well. Could any of them ever dare to call themselves Legends if they were anything else than whatever their own, personal brand of wrong may be, have been at any point, in all their time here? Probably not.

There's a moment--where his eyes slide down to the desktop, fingers drum an idle, single beat across the arm of the chair he stole--that all pretense or facade disappears entirely from his face. He isn't looking at her as he tries to decide which words, and in what order, should come out of his mouth next.

"....Why?" There's a second, maybe two, before he continues. "There's always a reason, right? When you--" A pause, and a hard blink, jaw tensing, as he hates every ounce of his personal thought pattern actually making it into his speech. "we pick up someone new. Something...specific, less generic than 'we can help'."

Finally, his eyes slide back up to her face as he echoes: "Why?"