"I may have told the psychologist that if he didn't let me back in the driver's seat that I would just steal his car and run him over."

Crack!

He left the hatchet buried in the wood and turned fully to face Finn.

"But I didn't mean it! He was just - They keep asking me things I can't answer and not accepting that I don't know! They probably think I'm some fucking - brainwashed spy or something - I don't know. Talking about me like I don't care what happened to me - of course I do, but I have to fucking live now, don't I? I'm not a danger to anyone, I've never hurt a civilian in my life!"

He was getting angrier as he spoke, and suddenly a woodchip flew up off the ground behind him and embedded itself in a tree.