[Hey, at this point? Tony'd accept the help. He's tired, both from what he'd just come from in the breach, the pain and disorientation of the first few hours in the infirmary, and now just... everything. The guilt and realizations, the memories he's been shoving down.

The parallels to what had actually happened in his life.]

Yeah, well, good to know that even in some barge world, completely brainwashed, I still mess things up the same way, right?

[There's real bitterness in his voice, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed down at the helmet in his lap, hands turning it over so the glowing blue eyes are staring up at him. An expressionless mask he normally hides behind, plays hero with.]

Kind of sick of this place, Prof.