Gene shakes his head again. "I don't know. But if I...if I let it hurt. What guarantee do I have that it won't..."

He trails off for a moment and takes a sip of his tea, hoping that it will soothe him. It does a little to help. Not much, but a little.

"You saw what I'm capable of when I'm angry. You've lived through it - and you were never even a direct target. I've had this anger in me for most of my life. I thought it would go away when I'd finally killed Zhang, but...it hasn't."

He exhales, suddenly looking a little smaller, and he stares into his tea.

"It hasn't, and I don't know what to do."