Somewhere deep inside Sarge is disappointed in an admittedly kind of twisted way, because he has been waiting to hear all about how he is not good enough, and Rodeo's refusal to say all the words he has expected to hear so much he almost wants to has him feel cheated. That he is being cheated out of an opportunity to feel like dirt is beside the point, really, and it's not helping with the readjustment of his world at all. Neither does the being shoved around by his best friend when at any moment someone could show up with a shiv intended for any of their internal organs, but again: details.
"You're a fuckin' asshole," he snarls through gritted teeth, every muscle tensed in the most painful way just because they are both thoroughly messed up and all of this doesn't make any sense, really. "You go to solitary, I'm gonna find a way to end your fuckin' life myself." If he were a different person he might have prayed, but the person Sarge is finds the whole concept of a higher power utterly laughable, so he simply closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and tries to think of something to drown out this god damn mess. When his eyes flash open they lack the typical white hot anger, they are as empty as he feels when he sends his fist towards his brother's jaw, pulling the punch far enough to not inflict as much damage as he could. "Now shut. The fuck. Up."