[There's a shift, for the first time in this entire conversation. His body language thus far has been limp, defeated; now his weight cants forward, and he draws himself up to full height. Fight creeps back into him, a response to the insult, to the direct threat of aggression, no matter how disproportionate they may be. Smaller people than Hinata have been bigger threats to him before.]

Yes. And you're in the perfect position to give advice, aren't you? You've put a gun to an innocent person's head and shattered their skull to protect what's important to you.

[He breathes in slowly, and visibly forces himself to back down. Hinata isn't wrong, but Anders is stubborn, and tied at the hip to his own self-flagellation. He isn't likely to take the suggestion.

His chin drops and he takes a step back to reclaim the space between them: restraint.]

You've gotten what you wanted. Are we finished?