Good, then make me its target. [Gene says, almost brusquely.] Let me draw it out. Let me draw it out, and let's destroy it and be done with this charade.

[But something about that...gives Gene pause. Not the possibility of death - he's come to terms with that a while ago, and it doesn't bother him nearly as much as it ought to - but something else.

Why is Stark being so vehement about this?]

Why do you care? [he snaps, bewildered.] Why do you even care what happens to me?!