"Because you don't know Tarn. And Perceptor--" His voice crackles. "It's not an option. All right?"

The pile of accusations is too much. He tears the Great Sword from its bracket, wincing as he snaps one of the bracer hooks from the force of it. He thrusts it at Wing. "Take it, then. If all it is is some new way to control me, tell me you know better than I do, then I--I don't want it."

"If you cared about me half as much as you say you do, you'd give me some respect for making my own decisions instead of using the fact that you care as a way to manipulate me." He's shaking, the words pouring out of him, with that sense that he knows he's going to regret them, but he can't stop them even so.