Cole looked dully at Angelo as the questions droned on. 

"First of all, that wasn't a threat. It was a promise. You want to know who I am but I want to know what it matters to you? I'm the guy that fucked your mother and left the ugly bastard child that's asking a million questions if that satiates your curiosity. Also known as Cole. Why did I blow up the capital? I dunno, again, what's it to you? I thought you Librarian types didn't like the Unity anyways. Maybe I was just bored." 

"Where would I rather end up? Certainly not tied to a chair, sweetheart, if that's what you mean."

Cole's usual polite demeanor had given way to something with a reptile's heart. This was the side of Cole that murdered shopkeepers, exploded hotels and construction sites, and lied to Justicars. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. You must be expecting something more subservient." 

His tone transformed again into a surprisingly real sounding hysteria, perhaps aided by his psychopathy and broken mind. 

"Please, oh please Mr. Librarian! Let me go! I'm just a poor child whose sis got shot by the mean ole Unity officers! I never meant to hurt anyone, I just want to go home to mommy and daddy and tell them how sorry I am for murdering all those people! Please, oh please, let me go or whatever shall I do?" 

"Better?" Cole snarled as he wiped his alligator tears on his shirt.