[Steven rises to his feet. He takes note of Quentin's desperation, of the scrambling over his own words and the little physical gestures. There's a part of him that feels bad. A part of him that insists he needs to calm down and take a step back, because this isn't how he wanted this conversation to go. But then... There's another part of him that's still burning white hot, and he can't douse it no matter how hard he tries.

Quentin wanted him to ask something concrete, so he'll ask something concrete. The question that's been on his mind for over a week now, and he still hasn't gotten an answer to so far. It comes out in a hiss.]

Are you saying that Mysterio was a bloody mistake because you regret what you've done, or was it just a mistake because you didn't get away with it?