"My boss should be making rational decision, and not based them on his personal feelings," James snapped back. "There's a difference between going after him and running away when I see him. You're asking me to do the later. You're telling me that I should not be doing my job. While everyone else - while you risk your life, I'm supposed to hide."
He got up and started to pace. "What if he kills someone else while I leaving? What if it's a child or someone who can't defend himself? Do you have it on your conscience, on mine? Yeah, I'm angry, because you're making no bloody sense. This is my job, and you're asking me not to do it because it'd be hard for you. Well, you know what? He could kill me while I walk on the streets. I'm not about to lock myself in a house until you take care of him. I'd rather face him when there is a chance that let him kill me when I don't expect it."