[hurts, doesn't it? against his better judgment, he can't help but feel a rush of sadistic pride knowing that he's cut her.]

Can't take what you dish out, huh? And people say I have a chip on my shoulder.

[he barks a laugh that quickly dissolves into a strained, pained hiss, a fresh trickle of blood blooming from his wound. maybe he shouldn't even bother dressing it.]

You wanna be a killer, you wanna prove the Major right? Fine. I won't stop you. [he sweeps his bloody arms out.] I don’t… I don’t have anything waiting for me back home. I don't even have a home anymore. Sure as heck won’t have anything left for me here when the rest of my friends disappear either.

[his lips, tightly pressed together, wibble just for a split second before his expression steels itself and his eyes narrow, glaring defiantly at her.]

...I don't even care anymore. So if you wanna kill me, get to the back of the line before those guys behind us beat you to it. Otherwise?

Shut. Up.