"Uh huh, right. Believe me, I don't need you tellin' me that." He glowers angrily, reaching into a pocket to retrieve a metal flask, unscrewing the cap and taking a long drink. "Just because I could get killed any time doesn't mean I'm interested in bringing it on any quicker. Even I still got somethin' out there to live for."

He recaps the flask and puts it away even as his glare gets even sharper.

"You wanna throw your life away, that's fine, but do it on your own time and don't drag me down with you."