I'm not here to save you. If you can't do that for yourself, what's the point of you?

[ Self-determinism, self-motivation, one's own fragile connection to their life and their security and their will to keep on going - some people just don't have that, and he's suspecting that there are certain members of this nest that just don't value themselves enough to do better, become stronger, fight smarter. Live on, so they don't leave the weaker ones behind. It's a terrible way to think, but it's all he knows.

And it's -- difficult to reach him, because his entire being swells as he talks about winning, as though there's a deep, burning pride within him that hinges on victories, on attaining them and claiming them. One after another, because that is what he does. That is what he is consumed by. Victories. Wins. The power in being an unbreakable icon. ]

That's fine by me, I don't need you either, [ her venom is matched by his fire, however bold he is, his temper is rising. Rapidly, uncontrollably. ] The only way you're going to get rid of me is if you do it yourself. You think you can make me? Are you gonna' give it a shot?