[Finally, his patience is snapping. Subconscious roaring to the surface loud and fast enough that if Charles was speaking to him face to face? It no doubt would have felt like an empathetic slap to the face.]
Because I'm sick of wasting my time here working on some self-help regimen when I could be using it actually doing some good. [That's what his life is worth for now, here, a bargaining chip] Forty years and my life is crap, I don't care. I have money, I have Rhodey, I have Pepper, I have the suit, I apparently have a team to look forward to but sitting around here doing nothing- [lost cause, god he needs a drink] -is kind of detrimental to every goddamn step I took towards bettering myself back home. [Breaking a promise to Yinsen, what can he do here? He can't help, he's not a warden, he's one of the ones to be helped. Not making the most of the time he'd been given.]
So what the hell am I supposed to do here. Throw me a bone, send me a therapy schedule, make me keep a damn journal about my feelings-- all I know is me being here, like this- [an inmate, it's hard to say the word, leaves a bad taste in his mouth] -isn't doing anyone any good.
[Private]
[Finally, his patience is snapping. Subconscious roaring to the surface loud and fast enough that if Charles was speaking to him face to face? It no doubt would have felt like an empathetic slap to the face.]
Because I'm sick of wasting my time here working on some self-help regimen when I could be using it actually doing some good. [That's what his life is worth for now, here, a bargaining chip] Forty years and my life is crap, I don't care. I have money, I have Rhodey, I have Pepper, I have the suit, I apparently have a team to look forward to but sitting around here doing nothing- [lost cause, god he needs a drink] -is kind of detrimental to every goddamn step I took towards bettering myself back home. [Breaking a promise to Yinsen, what can he do here? He can't help, he's not a warden, he's one of the ones to be helped. Not making the most of the time he'd been given.]
So what the hell am I supposed to do here. Throw me a bone, send me a therapy schedule, make me keep a damn journal about my feelings-- all I know is me being here, like this- [an inmate, it's hard to say the word, leaves a bad taste in his mouth] -isn't doing anyone any good.