Set during The Second David. Nate corrects Sophie's assumption.

A/N: I've only seen (most) of season one and a little of season four.

"There's always going to be a part of you that thinks you're better than us."

"You were wrong you know." The grifter turns at his words, looking back into the room and Nate lifts the drink to his lips, taking a small sip before his eyes flicker up towards her. "And right."

"About?" Her words are casual, but there's an underlining seriousness, the same tone that had been creeping more and more into their conversations of late.

"I do think of you as just criminals. But," he adds quickly when she turns away and scoffs, the sound coming out more hurt than anything, eyes a little too wide and he hopes she doesn't cry. He doesn't want her to cry. "You help people. We all do, but you- you're criminals who help people."

He turns his attention back to his glass, amber liquid swishing around as he contemplates his next words and wondering if it's the liquor making him talk. Confess. "I'm not a criminal. I don't- Becoming corrupt is easy. Going 'bad' much easier than the other way around. I'm not a criminal, and yet I break the law. Every day it seems I'm going more and more gray. Not a white knight, or black king, but… something different." He takes another sip, his mind slipping more into that nice fuzzy place where thoughts are harder to grasp and the overwhelmingness of…everything is dulled. "You four- you're going, good. You're fighting. I'm just giving in."

He turns his head slightly, pinning her with a hard stare. "So no, I don't think I'm better than you. I don't think anything, because I know you all are so much better than me."

Fin

A/N: I wrote this right after watching episode 12. So it has nothing from 13 in it (since I haven't seen that one yet.) Probably pretty AU.

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