I've been backed into a corner. I've lost almost everyone I hold dear. You try being reasonable when the world goes wrong. And you wonder why I don't think he'll come through? He's got every reason to back stab me. Until I get proof otherwise, best to treat it like the knife is coming.

[Back up options, that's all the games were. Desperate last attempts at a goal he considered unreachable; the last flailing motions of a drowning man.]

What do you mean, 'really' fatal?