Tragic and cruel. While Harvey tended to shy away from such overblown phrasing, he had to admit that those words easily fit what had happened last night. It annoyed him that he couldn't even be properly angry at Peter, seeing how the kid had clearly been heartbroken by what he'd done. Harvey still couldn't wrap his head around how a scrawny teenager could kick a hole into someone's chest, but it didn't really matter, did it? The point was that Jones was dead and Peter was responsible.

But Grell was putting words in his mouth. Never once had he said that he'd lost someone he "held dear." All he'd said was that someone had died, although his reaction probably implied a whole lot more. Still, that didn't really describe his relationship with Jones. They'd worked together and they'd gotten along, but that was about it. It was more the principle of the matter, the fact that he'd been put into an experience like that again. No, he'd walked right into it.

And Aguilar had watched from afar. He hadn't acted like he'd been enjoying it, but Harvey knew he must have been. Just like the Joker had enjoyed taunting him in that hospital room.

The offer for help in his revenge gave Harvey pause for a moment, mainly because he hadn't been granted anything like it since Jason had been here. He stared across the table at Grell as if he could somehow judge his sincerity if he looked for long enough. He was decent at it, considering his profession. "Unless you can get me a clear shot at Aguilar, I don't think you can help," he replied. While Grell's openness was intriguing, Harvey knew that actually getting his hands on Aguilar was probably impossible. Or it wouldn't be happening for a while yet, at least.