Yeah, well. You still constantly expect I will leave at any moment. [Not that he's give you reason to believe otherwise, clearly] You still don't believe it when I say I love you. [Or you expect he'll eventually stop.]
[Tugs absently on the fishing line, if only for something to do with his hands to keep them from shaking] Dunno. I'd probably get bored with a peaceful life, anyway. Been fighting all my life as it is, why the hell should I find means to stop now?