[Archer is silent for a moment, simply staring at Kimblee. It takes a bit longer than usual for the rage to set in, but when it does, it's as relentless as ever.]
Oh, right, of course. Excuse me. Because naturally if you're not getting your way you're going to threaten to leave. You know how dependent I am on you. I've told you before that I have difficulty even functioning when you're not around. I should have seen this coming; I really should have. It was a mistake to let you know just how much power you have over me because look what you fucking do with it. I told you I've tried to stop it. I've done everything in my power to change. I can't do it. I can't change the way I act. But no, that's not good enough for you, is it? It never is. Nothing is ever fucking good enough for you? You don't want a superior officer - a friend, someone who fucking understands you better than anyone else - what you want is someone who will always do exactly what you want them to. They'll give you the orders you need, they'll treat you perfect all the time, and sure, while we're at it, let's make certain that they'll let you do whatever the fuck you want, regardless of how that might impact future plans! You want someone to be as fucking perfect as you are, someone who can do no wrong and god forbid you try to place the blame on them because guess what? It's your fault! Every-fucking-thing is always your fault and how dare you attempt to claim otherwise because they're fucking gracing you with their presence and loyalty and every-fucking-thing else!
I've had it! You seem to think that I'm the only person doing the abusing here and you're completely fucking flawless. Well guess what? You're as far from flawless as I am! Oh sure, you'll acknowledge that you have a few minor flaws every so often, but every single damn time it comes down to it, it's always my fault. Everything. Is. My. Fault. Even this argument? It's my fault that I can't control my feelings well enough to come up with a decent response that won't hurt your delicate, precious feelings because god forbid I can't steel myself the way you do and rationalize everything, by which I mean finding some other way to blame me.
You have it fucking easy! You get to sit back and take orders and do whatever the hell you want while relying on me for everything. When was the last time you sat down and planned something out? And no, I don't mean engaging the network at large! I have spent month preparing for our next attack - making sure that we can handle our target, making sure that there won't be any screw ups and yes, double checking the information your little friend gave us to make sure he didn't get things wrong - and what are you doing? Challenging everyone else because you aren't satisfied with the orders I'm not giving you. Oh, but if I rushed into this you would be uncomfortable dealing with the Psychic-types again and if we failed then guess what? It's my fault for not planning things through and making sure that everything would work out. And of course, I have to prove myself to you because I haven't ever led a successful attack back home and nothing I've done here matters because you only care about tactical experience on the field of battle and clearly this doesn't count! It only counts when I'm having an emotional reaction - that I can't control despite having tried to numerous times - and when I fail because then you get to look all high-and-fucking-mighty and tell me that I've "disappointed" you.
I am done with this! I'm not going to put myself under any more stress! I'm not going to try to plan things for you to do, or go out of my way to make sure you're comfortable with what I'm planning! If you want to leave then get the hell out of here. I'm not putting up with a minute more of your ridiculous double-standards! If you claim to hate hypocrisy so much why don't you go fucking evaluate how you've been treating me.
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Oh, right, of course. Excuse me. Because naturally if you're not getting your way you're going to threaten to leave. You know how dependent I am on you. I've told you before that I have difficulty even functioning when you're not around. I should have seen this coming; I really should have. It was a mistake to let you know just how much power you have over me because look what you fucking do with it. I told you I've tried to stop it. I've done everything in my power to change. I can't do it. I can't change the way I act. But no, that's not good enough for you, is it? It never is. Nothing is ever fucking good enough for you? You don't want a superior officer - a friend, someone who fucking understands you better than anyone else - what you want is someone who will always do exactly what you want them to. They'll give you the orders you need, they'll treat you perfect all the time, and sure, while we're at it, let's make certain that they'll let you do whatever the fuck you want, regardless of how that might impact future plans! You want someone to be as fucking perfect as you are, someone who can do no wrong and god forbid you try to place the blame on them because guess what? It's your fault! Every-fucking-thing is always your fault and how dare you attempt to claim otherwise because they're fucking gracing you with their presence and loyalty and every-fucking-thing else!
I've had it! You seem to think that I'm the only person doing the abusing here and you're completely fucking flawless. Well guess what? You're as far from flawless as I am! Oh sure, you'll acknowledge that you have a few minor flaws every so often, but every single damn time it comes down to it, it's always my fault. Everything. Is. My. Fault. Even this argument? It's my fault that I can't control my feelings well enough to come up with a decent response that won't hurt your delicate, precious feelings because god forbid I can't steel myself the way you do and rationalize everything, by which I mean finding some other way to blame me.
You have it fucking easy! You get to sit back and take orders and do whatever the hell you want while relying on me for everything. When was the last time you sat down and planned something out? And no, I don't mean engaging the network at large! I have spent month preparing for our next attack - making sure that we can handle our target, making sure that there won't be any screw ups and yes, double checking the information your little friend gave us to make sure he didn't get things wrong - and what are you doing? Challenging everyone else because you aren't satisfied with the orders I'm not giving you. Oh, but if I rushed into this you would be uncomfortable dealing with the Psychic-types again and if we failed then guess what? It's my fault for not planning things through and making sure that everything would work out. And of course, I have to prove myself to you because I haven't ever led a successful attack back home and nothing I've done here matters because you only care about tactical experience on the field of battle and clearly this doesn't count! It only counts when I'm having an emotional reaction - that I can't control despite having tried to numerous times - and when I fail because then you get to look all high-and-fucking-mighty and tell me that I've "disappointed" you.
I am done with this! I'm not going to put myself under any more stress! I'm not going to try to plan things for you to do, or go out of my way to make sure you're comfortable with what I'm planning! If you want to leave then get the hell out of here. I'm not putting up with a minute more of your ridiculous double-standards! If you claim to hate hypocrisy so much why don't you go fucking evaluate how you've been treating me.