"Third time's the fucking charm, kid. The project wasn't the first time I lost everyone. And even if they all die and I somehow live, again, I'm gonna keep trying. Because I refuse to become the fucking hollowed out mess of a man that the director was." He snarls, stepping forward. Not swinging. Why lash out with a fist? What's the point of that?

"The project was broken and she was DEAD. I WATCHED HER FALL!" Last thing he fucking saw before he had to get North out of there. Before they had to leave. The engines were going up and the whole damn thing was going to blow if they didn't get the fuck out and he tried. He tried to get to her. To talk to her. To save her.

"Hell, maybe this time I'll finally fucking die with them like I was supposed to. Instead of this fucking bullshit."