You're here. Alive. And you don't intend to leave. Your friends are here. And if all your friends aren't here, I'm sure you can convince the computer to kidnap them pretty easily. The outside world has no consequence to you anymore.
You're really only wearing yourself down by being so angry all the time, over something that is NEVER going to change, no matter how much you yell at me. [It's not that he's concerned about her! It's just...how would you feel if someone did nothing but shove your questionable deeds in your face constantly? And seriously...she's gonna make herself unwell like this.]