[Slams his fist into the table, splintering it.]

He. Will.

KILL.

Fulcrum.

And you're gonna hand Fulcrum back to him on a silver platter!

Give me the slagger's needles. Gives me his brain module. I'll learn to fix Fulcrum myself!

[He falls silent after the tirade and then suddenly sinks back down into his chair, hands covering his face.]... If there's even anything that can be fixed.