[ He cocks his head to the side, his smile widening. ]

You're a coward. [ Softly, gently. ] You like talking big. Pretending that you're tough, telling the man who wants to kill himself to do so. [ He chuckles. ] Your suggestions are stupid, and you refuse to dirty your hands.

[ He clucks his tongue. ]

What are you really here for?

[ It's funny. Saying all that does make him feel better. ]