[ Sigh. Any other day he'd play along with for at least a while longer, but he's fucking tired, Byerly, tired and distressed beyond measure. You're supposed to be on his fucking side. ]

If I wanted to kill you I'd have just waited for you up there. I've been here for more than an hour, and you wouldn't have been able to see me.

I'm just here to fucking talk, Byerly, and I don't want to deal with any of your fucking bullshit. There's more pressing matters at stake, aren't there?