Cole glared angrily right back at Sasha. This was going nowhere, slowly, and Cole suddenly felt overwhelmingly grateful that he'd never had to deal with this crazy-ass woman on top of both Nix and Kuo in New Marais. He might've completely lost his mind if he'd had to deal with all of them at the same time. And right now? Oh, right now he really didn't have the patience for this.
"I don't have to lie, Sasha. What you did? Yeah, I'm grateful you saved me. But everything you think we have? The reason you kissed me to begin with? Is all Kessler. Not me." Sasha was something else. And in that situation that they'd been in... on that damned ship with that other lunatic in the form of Moya, anyone's pulse would've been racing. Cole didn't know what to make of this former enemy going all 'I'll do anything to save your life' on him. And now? He had no patience to sit and explain carefully how that didn't mean anything to him other than a gracious 'thank you' and 'get the hell out of my life already.'
"As much as you'd like to think otherwise, I'm not him. And I never will be. A lot's changed about me since the last time we were around each other. You want to know all those differences? Fine. There's no avoiding you and I'm not about to kill you. But you gotta learn those differences between me and him, otherwise I will kill you." Just being compared made him angry. "And if you even think of making any reapers? I swear to God, you'll regret it."