Smythe was not expecting to be pulled against the grain by the very same person who was supposed to replace him. Yet something went wrong and here you are- nothing like him. He had tried to expose of you, yet you lived. He let you out in the world in hopes you’d become someone else’s problem but you came back- and now you had him in quite the predicament, Smythe thought he could just kill you on his own. But no, you over powered him in the end.

“What now? Going to kill me? Ha! Your no better then those idiots running around and pillaging London.” Of course he was referring to the multiple factions that popped up around London after the bombs dropped. Yet. He refused to believe that the angles were part of the problem. “look at you, all roughed up like some hooligan.” Smythe smirks, licking his busted lip as you hold him over the railing of the clock tower with your weapon.

“Come on- do it. Finish the job..” Smeyth was a manipulator. He knew exactly how to claw his way under someone’s skin and control them. But you? You were different. He had no choice but to accept his fate without resistance.