His pride level was definitely higher than most people's. He already had an 'I am fine' on his lips before Shannon had finished speaking. He hated a display of weakness - especially by himself. His side, however, still hurt. For a second he checked in with his other self. His split off version had made it to the vault and started pocketing the coins.
"We only need a few more minutes. Can you provide that?" There was a strain to his voice, half pain, half wounded pride. Still after all of this time surrounded by family, he had yet to shake off the feeling that he had only himself to rely on.