He looks at her. "I don't know EVERYTHING! But I do damn well know...your lying through your teeth. Not just to me...but to yourself. Cuz if you had any amount of hope. Then your hoping wouldn't have you fading. It would have you living." he says. Crossing his arms. He growls. "I'm going to turn into a popsicle. Because I won't leave...not til I figure out how to get your to learn self-belief! Self-hope! And the art of the survival of the fittest!" he swears.