Yeah? And you get thrown out of planes every day? Go into two year comas and have to drag yourself back from an atrophied husk to this all the time? Wow, your life must suck.

[She's prodding at him, trying to make him angry. Coddling doesn't work for him. Not in this instance. Feeling sorry for him might start him on a downward spiral. But Shaw was a fighter. He lived for it. Or, that's what she'd picked up on from her time with him. So she'd make him fight.]

Are you literally going to tell me you can't control yourself?