Any time he'd had to put a cap on his emotions, bottle them, it had had to be done Right Now Norman Virgil Osborn Or I Swear To God I'll Beat It Out Of You. So the flick of a switch comment makes him wince, but button himself up just a little, as much as he can manage with his mind and his heart racing.

"Because I - because I'm broken," he insists. "I've never been right. All I want to do is be right, be good. But it never lasts." He's so tired, all of a sudden. He doesn't want to have this conversation. He just wants to crawl into bed and hopefully never get out of it again. His back spider legs go slack, spreading out along the base of the wall.