Doesn't take much to stir the pot does it

Mathon throws their hands up in a sly, casual shrug. MATHON: "Not very clever, are you? You never were. That is why I helped Ora Zima make it to Sector Thirteen anyway. At least he deserved it." Bahram's eyes snap open and he sits back up, expression haunted. BAHRAM: "What did you say?" MATHON: "I told Ora Zima how to get to Sector Thirteen. Oh, what, does that upset you? Poor Nikita. No help, no friends, loveless and alone. While you were busy becoming a monster, he became the most powerful Guardian. How does it feel?" Bahram sits limply, as if in shock. Akiva's words ring through his head again. "He was all torn up with regrets." BAHRAM: "I am sick of this." He breaks again, overcome with rage, his hands clawing at his face, dissolving again into a mass of red, uncontrolled energy. BAHRAM: "How long must it take for me to kill him??" Mathon looks on, satisfied with the results of their prodding. "So easily manipulated," they think to themself. "The self-obsessed ones always are."