[He growls and aims a punch at Aeson's chest... not that it'll do much more than hurt his own hand.] Yes, you're just like him, aren't you? A pathetic, amoral, useless waste of space! [He gives Aeson a look of absolute disgust, yet there's also a fair bit of fear behind it. He's no longer sure if Aeson is joking and he knows if he's not, he's perfectly capable of going through with it.] Yes, be just like him and die just like him too. Die far away from here where you're not on anyone's conscience.