Okay, so he'd lashed out a little but he was pretty much in a position where all he could do was verbally attack Jack. It wasn't like he could just pick up a gun and shoot him down to buy a little time, work out his escape plan and how to leave. Honestly, it wasn't fair, he was entirely weaponless, escape-free and his vortex manipulator was not essentially just a nuked piece of tech. A display model. "You're not going to let me out. Well, you will eventually but it won't be when I want to leave and it'll come with conditions. So the way I figure it, I can talk like this all I want."

If all he had to do was sit in a small cage all day with a terrible pop song on his broken vortex manipulator and Jack for company then surely it was inevitable that he was going to lash out. "I'm plenty grown. Is it really incomprehensible to you that I just happen to like the way things are for me? I'm not one of your special projects or whatever the fuck you think I am. Christ, Jack, I'm not going to change because you've given me a pep talk. It's more likely to make me want to kill you."