[Too hard? Her words anger him more than they should. Sting at him more than he would have allowed them before. Maybe it is because she has somehow become one of the few people he values in this place. Perhaps because he knows his previous trusted her enough to let her in. And yet still she is not someone who will ever understand.
He doesn't understand why he wants her too, but perhaps the fleeting urge for it will die with the proof she never will. He puts the rest of the medical supplies back into their container and stands up.]
My death will occur eventually. I'd rather it be on my own terms and with purpose. Whether you agree with that or otherwise.
[And with that he leaves the room, not even bothering to return the medical kit to its place.]