And somehow all of that sterling work you were doing wasn't enough. The guilt in your voice is palpable, how many people have you allowed to die on your watch now? You are less than useless.

[He becomes vicious when he's upset, he can't help it, diving straight for the weak points that are so glaring to him.]

You call yourself a superhero and you must taste the lie on your own tongue. There are no heroes, much less super ones, and you could not hold claim to the title even if it did exist. Do not preach to me of your great deeds because you deigned to inform me of your failure.

[And with that, he just hangs the hell up.]