You can't do anything to me, Rhys. You know that.

[He laughs, eyes narrowing in almost mischievous amusement. He'd spit on Rhys' shoes any day to get a reaction like that.]

Anyways, you're the one who made the bad decisions, Rhys. You have to live with them. [A pause as he reaches up to rub his head, irritated.] By the Mother Tree, just hearing you speak is enough to give me a headache, you know?