[Holy shit it's happening again. He can't...okay, well, actually he can completely believe it. Whenever this happens, it just feels like the inevitable end of something that was doomed to start.

Except he's angry this time - too angry to just play along to her expectations, like he had with Shen. He grips the arms of the chair so hand that his knuckles crack.

His eyes have a strange way of looking particularly dead inside when he's this agitated.]

I dunno, was I? Because I can't remember saying a single fucking thing about just looking out for myself. It's almost like I have a plan that I don't want to blow just for the sake getting ourselves gutted exactly like the last guys who tried this crap.