[ Maybe not so different, then. John remembers how Kara used to handle interrogations, how sick it made him. Sometimes he tried to push back, take over, get her to pick another way, but she never liked that and sometimes he was just too worn down to try. ]

Similar, but I was smaller scale. Just one partner and our handler. Mostly intelligence and making people disappear. No teeth, no fingerprints.

[ He feels a familiar cold creeping in, his chest freezing over. But this is who he is, the good he does for Harold is just a veneer on all he's done before. ]