Arthur stared at Eames for a long time, listening to his words and realizing how he felt. Taking a breath, he stepped back. Straightening, pulling himself together. "I was with the syndicate for years," he admitted in a rush of air. "There's a reason I'm good at what I do."

He'd never told anyone that. Not anyone who hadn't known him then. "So let's talk about who is bad within Eames. Tell me what a good man I am in everything you've seen me do."