Why fight something I want? At least allow me a little dignity before I go. It would be rather humiliating if the great British Empire made a poorer showing facing death than Tony Stark.

[He yanks the bottle back but doesn't drink from again, just stares down into its depths furiously.] The only reason I've stuck around this long was to help the hunters and do my best to save the other nations, but you know what? The hunters didn't even have the common bloody decency to wait until I was cold in the ground before talking about killing you, and every other country would rather see me burn than even consider that I might be helping them, so fuck them. Fuck the hunters, fuck the prey, fuck this town, fuck Critter, and fuck this game. If death is the only way out, then I'm taking it. I'm done.