"Let me tell you what I regret, before you go. I regret that I set my sights so low. I’ve had time to think, recently." Hollow laughter. "I fell for your image, your propaganda line. The Nysa asteroid, for instance. It seemed so grand at first. The Ring Council didn’t know that Nysa Cartel was a dumping ground for burnt-out wireheads from the moondocks. You were still sucking up to aristocrats from the Republic. With all your rank you’re still a cheap informer, Constantine. And a fucking lackey."