"Yeah, usually when people talk about the greater good, it's code for 'I'm going to do a bad thing that I don't agree with because someone above me told me it's a good idea'." Giacomo remarked sarcastically as he tilted his head back to try and stop the flow. It was so embarrassing, he really didn't want to greet Barty again after so many years with blood on his face.

"And for the record, my power isn't impressive. It's garbage. It's barely a power." All he could do was turn powers on and off. And he couldn't always control it. With a huff, he pulled the tissue away from his nose and sniffed. "And I won't use it on my brother. Those days are over."