"The person who told you that is a fool and a liar," he snaps, planting his hands on either side of him, fingertips tracing absentminded patterns onto her couch. Equations ran through his head - an attempt to try and calm down, he found himself continuously reciting the properties of relativity and calculations relating to alternating current electricity.

It's a coping and defense mechanism that he frequently uses. It's not really working this time.

"I tried to chose for myself, Miss Ritchi. I tried here. It doesn't seem to be in the cards for me."