Ryan could hear that AM's voice was lowered a bit, but at this point in time, he really didn't give a shit. AM could have been abused (or however a computer was abused), and he wouldn't care. "There is no 'perhaps'. I know you don't, other than to be an asshole."

He fell silent as AM continued anyway...and something snapped.

Ryan Newman knew very well he was pathetic; he couldn't keep a grip on reality, his mother had spent the last twenty years in a mental health clinic. His father was never happy with him, and he isolated himself from everybody. His best friend was a dog. He couldn't even kill himself right. Yeah, Ryan knew that he was pretty pathetic. But hearing someone else call him that was different.

He could feel a different kind of rage bubbling up inside of him, coming to the surface and threatening to burst. Ryan spun around and gave AM a glare. "Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything about Wilfred or me! Who the fuck are you to say so?"