You might have sought me out. [He's muttering now, voice going soft.] You are a great warrior. I am proud of this. Proud of you indeed. But these guns are a cheat. Too deadly and too easy to use, too swift to kill. Killing should at least require one to work for it. It should not be easy. I will not let such a thing happen to you. To one I love.

[Not words he says often. He'd like to think there's never been any doubt, but he's more of a "show, don't tell" sort of person, and his "showing" has a degree of restraint. This is a sign of how drugged, and how frightened, he really is.]