"That's because you're smarter 'n him." Mick watches the way he calls his power, a simple display of sparkling frost and cold. He can't abide it personally, but he understands Snart's fascination with it.

A grunt as he nods. "Old man used to send me on jobs to watch his crew, keep 'em in line. There were a couple on a few jobs. Mostly spell slingers, couple of assassins, their power fascinated him. Half-breeds are always different. Never know what side is gonna manifest more or with what power."

"What's the plan now? Other than getting clear?"