"For someone who's been around six hundred years, you still know jackshit about how t'deal with people." He looks at Joss and wonders if that's what is going to happen to him. If he reaches that age, with everyone mortal he knows now long dead and gone, will he be just as jaded and cynical? He'd like to think not, but he never could have predicted how his personality had morphed from the carefree young lad who'd died in the Rebellion into what he is today.

"If you really didn't care, you wouldn't have come. Why are you here, Joss?" He's sensing the other's emotions, but all he can sense is the anger bubbling on the surface.