[Archer's hands are shaking and the paper is making it obvious. He carefully sets the drawing down (though really all he wants to do is crumple it up and throw it in the nearest trash can) and rests his hands on the table to keep them from shaking. That doesn't stop his shoulders from shaking - it almost looks like he's trying to contain laughter. He's really not sure if he is. He's not sure what to think.]

Of course. Of course they did.

[He does laugh then, the sound jagged and about as far from sanity as one's laughter can get.]

Isn't that just great? They turned me into a weapon! Literally! They kept me alive to use me as a weapon!

[Kimblee has always said that he was a weapon. Archer can't understand how Kimblee would be okay with that idea. It's filling him with fury.]

I can't believe this! Why the hell would they do something like that? Why!?

[He moves to begin pacing, hands clenching and releasing reflexively. He doesn't seem to have much control over himself anymore, if the shaking and suppressed laughter is any indication.]