Nate shook his head, then moved to hit against the wall. The thud caused Eliot to look over at the observation window. He drew his gaze back to Hardison's computer, hoping for a really good distraction, right about then.
Nate wasn't ready for the break he knew they were all hoping for. He wasn't going to crack, if he could help it. So he drank too much, that didn't give them the right to do this to him. They'd cornered him. He was a raccoon in a trap, desperate enough to gnaw his leg off to get away.
"Why would I want to live?" he shot back, offering no reprieve, no insight into what was going through his mind. "Have you ever lost a child, Sophie? Parker? No. I didn't think so. So stop playing God and pretending you know what's best for me."