“Fuck you. The hell it isn’t.” He blanches the moment he says it, because t there’s no dismissing the wavering line of stubbornness to his mouth and the set of his shoulders. His reaction only unfurls further in a skittish burst of tensing back and stiff jaw as he reels back, snapping:

“Let the crazy freak use a giant weapon? I’d kill you, and everyone, and me. I don’t trust myself around a regular fucking gun, you lunatic.”