[ Hei exhales, his fingernails wearily scritching the stubble on his chin like a wooden match pulled over a striking strip. He's so damn tired of these moral reruns; so muddled up that he's not sure what the true problem is -- his rationalizations of his frequent brutality, or her denial that it's effective, much less that it exists. ]

She'd have had to scour the whole city. Point by point. That kid already knew where Bolin was. I just needed to extract those details. As fast as possible.