He peered at Moretti, something obviously was off and it showed by the fact he wasn't being carted off in handcuffs right now. Even with the ability to process information at hypersonic speed, he still couldn't help a delusion and he began to think that maybe Alexander had found some compassion for him..considering that he was a foolish young man at the time. Still was, but he had definitely learned a great deal in his two years of absence.
Of course, Moretti's words still stung and the faintest dimming in Stanley's eyes showed it. He looked at the desk, gathering his thoughts and slowly rising to stand before the man. He briefly entertained the thought that he could move fast enough to snatch him out of the chair and put him through that window before the light on his phone could blink again. But that was the foolish part of him and he chided himself for thinking such a thing, Moretti had been doing good things for the city. He had every ground to act as he had.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Mr. Moretti. Though, I can understand it and offer my apologies for everything that I've caused. I agree, violence should be the last option and I cannot stress enough that it was my only avenue...the only one I was left. I did what was best for the city and for the people of it, but we live in an imperfect world...one which doesn't allow for my intentions to define the results of my actions."
He took a deep breath, turning his back on the media tycoon and walking towards the door. His mind whirling and making the short walk to the doorway seem to take an eternity, he pushed his hair back as he paused and turned to face Moretti once again..his voice a little stronger and his stance a little firmer.
"I hope you don't forget what I said today, Axis City is in trouble and you're one of the few people who can save it. And as far as that young woman...she was my fiance and I have to deal with that consequence every day. I wish you well, Mr. Moretti."
He stepped through the door and closed it quietly behind himself, heading immediately for the stairwell. Moments later he was on the ground floor and then back out through the lobby, breezing through the checkpoints so he could once again reach Moretti Square proper. He needed to clear his mind for a bit and get to researching his own problem, no..he wouldn't turn himself in. Not yet, he would have to pay for his actions that day and yet he knew that it wasn't the proper time.