There was something particular about the Psiioniic that was both endlessly endearing and utterly infuriating. I knew you wouldn't understand. Ugh!

"Understanding is not the same thing as agreeing," he hissed, letting his stress and worry morph into anger because it was easiest (and some detached part of him knew this was a far better show than just meekly stepping into the bunker would be. It might get the Psiioniic at least one more chance, if it was dramatic enough).

"Fuck destiny. Destiny has never done anything for me and I've already stepped outside of it here. Either you follow me in or you force me."