"Probably," Brendan agreed. "You'd think that being an unstoppable, immortal killing machine would get rid of all that overcompensating macho bullshit, but it seems to only enhance it." Brendan rose to his feet, unaware (as always) that he was towering over Mike. "Just... I know it doesn't help, but usually it's not personal. They're just dicks."
Brendan adjusted his own backpack and asked: "Where were you headed?"