Robert shook his head. "No, none of this makes me feel better. This acceptance-" He shook his head. "This is not who we are. We're fighters, whether in the Air Force or NCIS. This is only going to fuck with your head. This is already fucking with your head. You're sitting there, sounding like some priest or some pacifist. You are a federal agent, right? Then find your balls again, man, before this really fucks with you."
He was angrier now that he had been on Thursday, but he didn't think that punching Mike would be beneficial. "I'm sorry, I can't accept that because they are being nice, you don't have a problem with them invading your privacy or pushing this shit on you. The fact that you aren't saying anything worries me more than your eyesight, because you know what? If you're turning pacifist, then you should be off the field, because something is wrong with you, and I'm sure people like Morgan have all sorts of psychobullshit to explain it, but I'll put it plainly. Find your balls."