"You didn't have to tell them shit," he snaps right back. Maybe once, he'd have felt some level of sympathy for her teen angst. Shit, an hour ago, he definitely would have. But now, he's too angry, at himself and this goddamn planet and every idiot on it, to feel the gentle pangs of empathy.

Well, that's not true. That's not true at all. But it's sure easier to ignore the feeling with hot rage pumping through him.

"How long you think it's gonna be before the wrong person finds out? Before they get it into their heads they can use it?"