Any sense of just enjoying the fight, of just doing it for the hell of it is flying away quickly as she keeps talking. It’s not that she struck a nerve, it’s that just like when she mentioned Russia she’s shaking the very core of his beliefs. Considering the bite in his arm, she should know for sure he means every word of what he’s saying… just like she means every word herself.

“I choose this life.” He spats out. He tries to attack her legs, since it seems like the quickest way to get her to stop moving around so quickly. Her speed is his advantage, just like his size is his biggest disadvantage and they both know it. “You know nothing, absolutely nothing. They gave me a life when I had nothing, they gave me a reason to keep on going.

They gave me a chance to clean my father’s reputation. If I fail, if I give my back on them I will have nothing.”