"Well, maybe you should have thought about that before running your mouth."

There's something that stirs in him at the words, a memory, strong and painful and ugly and something in him is crying out in protest at using these words but he grabs and strangles that part of his soul, throwing it back into the dungeon deep in his mind.

"So unlike us you and Jones are not insane, hmm? You think you're so much better? You think you can lecture me on survival, you think you're the good guys?" He smiles icily. "When I'm done with you, you'll be ready to go after Jones on your own accord. And your stupid notions of friendship and love will be nothing but memories to laugh at."