Frustration is starting to win over rage, and worry over that. His voice, croaky as it still is, loses that sharp edge. "So you're going to one-woman army your way into establishing order? You and Malcolm. You're like opposite ends of the same ideologies. You can't brute force change. That's not how it works. This entire place is one big illustration of it not being how that works."

He leans forward a little. "What's going on? You're not fine."