Lindsey fell quiet, fingers tapping on the arm of his chair as he stared at the top of the desk. Revenge. God, he still wanted it. He wanted them to know what it was like to literally have their heart torn from their chests, to have a change of heart right before someone put an end to their life. All the torture, the beating, the humiliation. Spike, Cordelia, Fred, Wesley, if he couldn't get to Angel.
Just someone to pay for the miserable six months he'd spent in Hell, slowly losing his mind as the torture was neverending. His jaw clenched. The problem was, three of the four came from points where they hadn't even committed the crimes. The satisfaction wouldn't be the same, when he defeated them, knowing it was payback. "There's plenty of people I would," he said finally. "A majority of the world in a heartbeat if it got me what I wanted." That majority wouldn't stop to give a damn about him. He wouldn't either.
"I'm better than Wolfram and Hart," he stated, not bothering to hide his arrogance. "If it hadn't been for the Powers That Be stepping in to save their champion, they never would have seen me coming until it was too late. I could have been a Black Thorn member by now, working my way out of contract, playing them like the cheap instruments they are."
He set the glass back down on the desk. "I still have a few tricks up my sleeves."