"Son, you've yet to learn that villainy is just a point of view."
"So it may be—but this is my view."
"Wal—Steve, if you insist—just why do you want to join the Guardians instead of taking your place as head of Interstellar?"
"And command a squadron of Large Oak Desks?"
"It takes your kind of brains to run a company as big as Interstellar, but any idiot can buckle on a sword and play pirate."
"So—you've trained me for better things?" sneered Hagen.
"Yes. I have."
"I don't like it. I—"
"I'm not stopping you," said Wrightwood. "Go on and play your game of fireman; I'll wait until you come to your senses. Then, as usual, I'll have my way. But remember—I did not in any way tamper with your affairs. Go look elsewhere for a reason why you were appointed to First Base."
Hagen growled in his throat. "You'd not tell me if you had tinkered," he said. It was lame and he knew it. He turned on his heel and left the office in as precipitate a manner as he had arrived.