He's almost at the door before something suddenly makes sense.
And Nicholai Ginovaef seems a much more broken man than Alexander McLeod had been led to believe up until that point.
He'd trained with the man long enough to be able to feel him, and even after six years, it hasn't faded entirely.
McLeod turns, and there's something there aside for the terrible blankness. "What is it, Ginovaef? What is it you want from me?" There's inflection in the voice, something that borders on genuine curiosity.
There's something else in his tone that implies, 'And not the obvious.'
There's a feel to the moment, almost a stepping-off point. Or maybe the last chance of this kind of disclosure.
Well. That was, if Nicholai didn't mind making confessions to people headed south.