"Like I said," he says in an quieter voice instead of getting frustrated at repeating himself, leaning his head against the window. How does on feel better about this? Even if he manages to not turn into a cannibalistic monster-who-was-a-person--and the thought does make him lose a little more colour--none of it changes what happened. It's not just ('just') hitting York, or ruining the kitchen he'll have to repair, or the loss of time, but a culmination. There's a list of things wrong with him to fix. What's the bloody point?