"You're like pretty much everyone else," Delta grumbles, pushing up from his stool, a bit unsteady. "No, I'm not a mercenary. My decisions don't kill people. I'm tired of people telling me how to feel about what happened. And I sure as hell don't want to hear it from a guy I barely even know. You don't know what I was like with him. What he did for me. How he changed me. So you sure don't know what breaking up with him means. Don't act like you do."

Where does he get off saying things like that?