His grip loosened automatically at Greengrass' words because - he wasn't violent. Not a violent person, at least. He did not usually take joy in hurting anyone, even if he was not particularly passionate about the work he did. But Greengrass' words stung for just that reason: they were untrue in a way that he could not disapprove, both to Greengrass andto himself. He was being violent. He didn't look sick—physically, in any case, because his illness was not one with visible symptoms. He couldn't say Greengrass was wrong, because that would require explaining why he was.
"Don't pretend like you know anything about being sick," he said, shoving the man backwards. He stepped forward to keep a close distance between them, but he didn't touch him. Not yet. "If you had any sense, you'd be worried about helping me find the ingredients. I don't want to hurt you," he explained, despite having hurt him multiple times.
"Don't pretend like you know anything about being sick," he said, shoving the man backwards. He stepped forward to keep a close distance between them, but he didn't touch him. Not yet. "If you had any sense, you'd be worried about helping me find the ingredients. I don't want to hurt you," he explained, despite having hurt him multiple times.
