Sal couldn't have mentioned anything more cringe-worthy than that phrase "father/son bonding experience." For someone who had been a foster child all his life, someone who had never known anything about either of his parents, it was just way too much. It made the firestarter feel even more physically sick than the actual thought of murdering somebody; and as Sal invaded his personal space to clean off the blood, Mitch couldn't think of a single way to get out of this mess.
Except by dying. And there was nothing noble about that: not in this place, and not in this manner.
As Mitch was shoved to the door, he knew he couldn't bring himself to believe Sal's words, even if a stupid bit of hope did happen to react inside the Asgardian. Midvalley's death for the safety of Asgard, that was a good deal, right?
At this point, Mitch was so numb to the situation that when his mind came up with the worst idea ever, he didn't even care if it got himself killed anymore. Asgard... his teammates would just have to understand. To Sal, Mitch said what he believed would be his final sorry words: "I ain't YOUR boy."
Then, with glock at the ready, he turned and fired off as many shots as he could down the hallway, destroying a window in the process.
'If Midvalley and Jazz hear this, maybe they'll take my body back to Asgard...' The thought made Mitch's eyes sting a tiny bit, but he had already decided that he wasn't going to murder anybody, even if it meant dying himself.