"I'd work with you if you didn't consistently undermine your own progress by trying to play nice," he hisses, which is admittedly not his finest work comeback-wise, but he doesn't have it in him to care. The important thing is that he's not the one with issues working with the Resistance. He'd be happy and fine with working with the Resistance. But they don't "agree" with his "methods." So, you know. Sucks for everyone.

He retrieves his knife, dropped in the scuffle, and checks the blade for chips and scuffs and dulled edges. It looks fine.

"I didn't realize trust was mandatory to make mutants stay out of our shit, but fine."