Belotti touched the temple of his eyeglasses and the lenses opaqued. "You know, I really used to hate you. Then I realized it: you didn’t know what the hell you were doing. Might as well blame a cat for batting around a bloody mouse. You don’t see anyone, Tony. I’ll bet you don’t even see yourself." His hands shook. "That’s all right, I’ll shut up now." He powered down his terminal. "I’m going home. Only reason I came in was because they said you wanted a meeting."