[He really does seem to be going through the motions, the fight only there because of something like an instinct to keep people here with him. He shouts in strangled rage as Ocelot throws him to the floor.

Oh, that hits something alright. Here he is, trying to warn him the best he can with whatever hold the station's got on his mind, and Ocelot calls him what?]

No more pathetic than you, refusing to stay when there's everything for you here.

[Despite the concept of his words, his voice spits hatred. Keep going, Ocelot, it seems to be helping.]

Go, then. Leave. Before it's... too late.