A shaft of light was coming through the landing window; in its brightness Lockwood looked insubstantial, like he was some figure on stained glass. ‘Our enemies think we’re weak,’ he went on. ‘Truth is, I’ve been holding back until now.’ He smiled at me, his eyes as hard as flint. ‘Well, all that ends today. We’ll strike them where they least expect it. We’ll strike them, Lucy, and we’ll take them down.’
I love me a righteous anger character arc
