Disarmed, one hand crippled, fingers likely broken, and penned in just within reach of the exit (not that running for it would have made any difference, he knew), and yet, Danko's expression remained steadfast, stubbornly twisted in a mocking smile.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Danko asked, his prize lost but his pride still intact. "You're nothing. Pathetic, weak, someone who doesn't even know who he is or what he's doing. Protecting a girl that you tried to murder, whose family you slaughtered without a second thought? Do you really think you're any better than me? At least I know why I do what I do. What reasons do you have other than greed and delusions of grandeur?"