[Like hell. Those hands aren't moving. And he's not even listening because Guy is just ignoring the issue again.]

When I found out I was going to die, I looked for answers. I looked for ways to stop it, even just to slow it down. When I didn't find anything, I didn't just lie down and take it - I kept fighting with every damn breath I had! When I dedicate myself to something I don't let anything stop me. Considering how angry you got whenever I so much as hinted that I was giving up, I expected nothing less from you.

[And he's... really disappointed to find that isn't the case.]